i used my first name and
my second name;
i have a surname because:
there's not better blackie
to fit into: SMITH...

and because...
i used matthew...
and conrad...
there was a "someone"
and a "somewhere"
thast deemed it
worthwhile to
let me hide behind
a name likes... Hades...

for all that see these words...
ego-mania...
only yesterday i tried
to k.o. to sleep in a boxing match
with the nuance:

i am the reincarnation
of st. matthew, the levi...

i am the 12th of the count...
may that i am,
come into an avenue of cinema
to give us... 1200 years
of history...
before the 2nd incarnate of
the gentile messiah comes...

let me be the 2nd incarnation
of st. matthew...
the levi: the tax-collector priest...
let me be the 2nd incarnation
of this minor detail...

let me see what history sees
and what i see:
how matthew concentrated
on money...
in Caravaggio of my debut...

this today and now...
cashless society...
i am missing my charon's bribe...
i'm sure that in the past...
the poor dead were not cremated
with two coins of gold
over their eyes...
the poor weren't allowed
to die with shoelace lead
laid over their eyes!

i cried when i saw mel gibson's
the passion of the christ...
it must have been an important
movie: since it used two definite articles...
to never be mistaken...
but if i am the 1st of the twelve princes...
and if i'm the 7th?

what better fiction that entertaining
the sober rigid, delusion
of the Hindu concept of reincarnation?
this **** is like ******* and smoked
******... hindu reincarnation
narratives!
because i am playing the convincing role
of a minor reincarnation!

i share a name...
a name i also share with conrad of masovia...
and if i went full catholic?
what would be my confirmation name?
i'd take the church, quiet seriously...
not pious... not that much...
Isidore...

in the infiite number of bodies...
the finite number of souls...
that's what reincarnation implies...
to no "me" to a "me":
this being the me of measles?

this demeaning crux of fathoming the wave...
while listening to queen's
princes of the universe...
when the kurgan rides into manhattan...

i wrote this so long ago...
that when i wrote this, being as drunk as i was...
harsh... i'm yet to climb into this sort
of sweet-stew sewer grog of ****
oh look... stew and grog are not...
tautological...
better phrased: no better phrasing...
a tautology is perhaps...
synonyms very close together?

the crimson red...
daft... minus point for being just "near".