i see no worth in acquiring the hours
of the night without
chancing to denote, to account
for a milky-riddled sweet tooth
of a moon's sheen...

once i grew out of "lactose intolerence"
of a mother,
came the behemoth transgender
bride... and this...
vishnu ****** squeam of holy body
traffic stoppage...
the cow...

these hours: how feeble these gradations
and all those cul de sac excuses
of patience: when the pyramid
is that's to be built
and to... "somehow"...
overshadow the mountain...

closely related to an interchange
of a single letter:
to build - verb impetus and
a spirit of the times, build!
and to have built -
have you too a yawning past?
to: thus progress with a dream
a night keeps this...
bedbugs and psychiatrists away...

always the wild assumptions...
from no beginning
to the currency of: now...
and tomorrow...
my forced usher presence of:
whimsical and...
all the less true...

i am not left with the cohort
of leftovers...
but then...
i did have a dream where
i was happy having wedded you...
obscurity of meaning:
with what is readily available...
no token of bargaining
a waiting game...
to wait is to hardly live...
but... then again...
to wait is to elevate the stature
of death in that:
it comes... better for the waiting
folk than those caught:
"unexepcted"...

it's never about me but i like to find
myself being: suspicious...
perhaps even prone to believe in
ghosts and...
tier above:
to be jealous above being merely
pedestrian suspicious...

anything but this...
apathy -
this... grey-area for the membrane
twitch of all medicinal diagnostics
of a welcomed pathology...
i.e. a-: "without"...
i guess being "free" from pathology
is a worthwhile concern...
to be with some variant attached...
even if it's faking it schizoid...

"faking" it being... only when the reality
is much worse...
but no one believes you to begin with...
the ill-fated... succumb...
and the lesser-evil of:
the knots of time that are to come...

if only Jerusalem was akin
to the fondness of my heart reserved for Paris...
if i only wanted to gather a: "return"...
if only Jerusalem was somewhere
very far from being akin to St. Petersburg,
or Cracow... or Prague...

but please... we can play the cyrillic game...
after we have stopped playing
the greek game...
we can retain the roman...
transition... of incorporating...
the letters within the framework
of the advances of the Huns,
the Vandals, the Goths...

let's be both historically cynical...
and infantile!
the span of the hebrew memory bank...
i equate to infantilism...
and if i am to "lend" a welcome word...
well... hell! why not?!
why shouldn't i also consecrate
my present now... as a bundle of
a past?!
and also see it as... a respectible...
genesis pointer?!