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Mar 2019
aphrodite's child
four horsemen

shiver...
running from my
feet,
toward my
left cranium...

rotting christ
               four horsemen;

capirote...
as some would like
to stage
it to be: ku ku klux...
the nazgûl
                      9 / 4...
forward the fiktion...

i'm talking to
mushroom people...
you know,
when a ******
person talks to a drunk...
and...
  the conversation
soon turns to ridicule?
i.e. with what
two drunks talk about?

and how...
the same stoners
will revel in...
outside the realm lof
conversation,
resorting to games
outside the realm
of chess,
sudoku,
        or mahjong?

  you didn't teach me spain,
the spain taught me
what was within
the "gravity" of the reconquista...

but i thought...
that jihad...
was not a tactic for conquest...
rather:
   a tactic for reclaiming...
then?

  who,
                            are,

                                   you?

disability-pay-check
misnomers...
         arabian diabetics....
sugar frenzy...
    
you know what
the prophet Muhammad
said of the
current, House of Saud...
he said:
he would come from
the east,
  and reign: in the house...
of gardens...
   Riyadh...

  it's constantly stressed:
came, from
the east...

what is east of Mecca?
Riyadh...
  isn't it?
   we're talking
about intra-nationalism,
not inter-nationalism...

  i have no need to
base my squirm of interest,
in arabic affairs...
the polish *****
can have their sway,
i am here,
for the pebbles,
and the height
of a mountain...

  Muhammad said:
what is east of Mecca?
Riyadh...                  

  ku klux ****...
   and the spanish: capirote...

to speak this tongue
among the arabs,
who would readily
invest
in the evil personified
via a foreign tongue.

i halve myself,
to heave, forth,
the current
    dileberation.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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