too many ******* pyramids
                         of metaphysical construct,
and not enough sand dunes...
sorry, no...
      ***** don't pay for
the desert dunes...

              one beer,
two shots of whiskey...
          up in the air,
marsian ambitions...
        not with fossil fuels
you're not;
          come back to earth,
come back,
          see, anything,
resembling ukraine,
       when the soviet union
dissolved?
     no?
      being treated like ****,
how about,
i'll just steal your stomach
and your royalty
stature of swans?
and make a stew...
**** me...
          can you imagine
a stew of offal,
comprised of chicken
stomachs and hearts?
                
what man finds hardest the most,
is coming to terms with impasse limitations,
water, labour,
      skint labour, labour,
i'll work,
but then again:
i won't work,
   if i'm subjected to the current
market "expectations"...

i hold two pound coins
in one hand,
i hold two pebbles in the other,
i drop the four into a a fountain,
wishes, wishes to all:
"good luck"...

                rupert murdoch held
the transvaluation
of all values in one hand,
diogenes held reality in the other...
same weight...
              
why did i fathom the hand that
held the two stones,
rather than the hand that held,
the two pound coins?

i don't, want, to, know.

     the reverberation of chernobyll
were pronounced in parts
of poland, when i was still
a foetus..
   when, scandinavian
scholastics broke the news...

               in the local park...
a streak of trees look autumnal,
a streak of trees looked summery...
back in 1986 in late spring...
while i was still a foetus...

funny...
  were the polacks paid reparations
for the **** invasion,
the soviet invasion,
the soviet overlord from1945 through
to 1990... for chernobyll 1986?
no... not really...
          
were the jews paid reparations
for the holocaust?!
well, d'uh!

         my teeth are still itching
for an offal stew...
    i want to eat,
the internal organs of chickens,
and pigs...
there's nothing quiet like
eating pork liver...

          pork liver vs. chicken hearts...
that's my everest.
             or raw herring...
in a clement,
    of a lactose infused sause;

it just...
               splits the tongue,
begins watering it,
and increases all the chances
of ascribing eager,
to bind itself to chew.