i'm watching people in the internet
free speech rally,
of using the internet,
and i'm like... more than 140
characters, *******...
listening to a channel... akin to
the progressive voice...
and then amnesia kicks in,
and i listen to some new metallica...
and i'm like? (a) ***?
or (b) the roof the roof
is one fire...
let the ******* burn,
let, the, ******* burn...
         if i met you on the street
face to face, sure, i'e tell you where the bus
was heading...
but i have just drank 400ml of
*****, shots down,
chasers sly, cigarettes in between...
i have two options...
a full english breakfast,
or some Asiatic farce...
mingling fish sauce with chilli sweet
sauce... and noodles...
or the full English brekkie
(breakfast... fry an egg...
throw in ssme baked beans)...
*******..
       do i resemble a face
wishing to visit Africa?
i can't be English...
all days of the hour that encompasserd
daylight...
i was auxiliary,
searching for a ******* shade...
i hated Kenya...
too much... equilateral ontology...
back in Kenya i used to sleep
outside on the sun-chairs...
i hated sleeping indoors...
i used to sleep wherever the sprinklers
hit me...
         Somali pirates what?
once i woke up...
and found my cognac glass
missing...
  which one you ******* stole it?!
(i thought)...
         that was my Churchill's
breakfast... *******...
no, Kenya was fun...
i used to fall asleep on the balcony..
listening to the macaques
**** during the night...
the sounds of monkey in the night...
no wonder the English were hooked...
but the heat?!
the heat?!
   *******...
come daytime i was chasing shadows...
of people, or things...
no...
i couldn't be a colonial power
source individual...
i hate the heat...
and the lost equinox....
all around the direct fire of the sun...
a perpetual mingling
of spring-winter & summer-autumn
at the "height",
known as the equator...
  equator... no 4 season disparity...
boring *******...
the women were left untouched,
but much appreciated,
one darker Kenyan beauty,
smoking ****...
god... that was a hard-on...
ivory beauty i call them...
rarely a white man can be attracted
by a black girl...
but this one time...
it's like... someone rubbed duck fat
all over her skin...
she was the sheen that complimented
the moonlight!
as one Arab o knew pointed out...
came the color disparity,
the... oddity of contrasting colors...
white **** in a black *****...
what color am i?
piglet.
   piggish.
            i'm not white...
i'm... pink!
  so, what's it gonna be... choc-ah-bloc?
well... look at this pwetty pretty word...
eracercize:
          wanna know the meaning?
when people do no recognize
race as an identifier...
                   pwetty wowd, isn't it?
like said:
i'm pink, you're choc...
                                          'appy now?
who the **** sees pink as white,
and chocolate at black?
mind you, the way i'm drinking
the *****?
                   it's working...
now all my thinking is concentrated
upon, noodles...
fish sauce... sweet chilli sauce...
and how to incorporate beef,
a sausage and bacon in a drunk's
fetish of a meal...
                       i'll drink some more,
and then do the magic.
i hate these tropical places...
   there's no autumn, there's no winter,
there's no summer, there's no spring...
there's just this persisting
stasis, this persisting inertia...
no wonder i hunted for shadows...
the only jovial aspect of visiting
Kenya was watching
a pirate baboon raid
                the kitchen...
and attempting to sit down,
with the baboon's *** riddled by
hemorrhoids...
hemorrhoids looking like:
he was just ****** by a gorilla
struggling with elephantiasis...
bashed up to the high heavens
past cloud nine.