what has happened to my poems...
after january 13th of this year?

poems akin to:
a Young Man and his storm petrel of Tindhólmur
кaцaпы и кaкaшкa
broken record antics (a decade's worth of ***, comparative lit.)
1812 Overture: or the teasing plagiarism of La Marseillaise
the black cracovite & the three sisters amber
a most depressing diatribe
curating: for the meat fetishists
pokój cywilny (комната гражданский)

am i... uncomfortable for attempting to...
work toward 1 million words...
what... these twitter instagram "poets"
feel a threat?!
that also called... not sitting on your laurels...
or making sure you stop ******* on
your thumb and shove it up: where the sun
doesn't shine...

and my god... the internet used to be so much
fun!
now... there's no even a "warning"
or a precaution... i've been in and out of this
cv pile of ******* for a better worth
of 5 years worth of a whipping...
and there i was... about to write...

a movie critique...
well... you can't exactly write a movie critique
these days...
i was going to throw in the fact that:
dub-step was a really short-lived music genre...
unless you looked for the cherries
akin to: south london dross translates
really well into north east london drab of
the peripheries - given burial's album untrue...
and i can't forget distance
and i can't forget vex'd...

the movie in question?
berlin, i love you...
well... it's not a great movie...
it's not a bad movie -
it's certainly quirky in how the anglophone
world translates existentialism onto the screen...
and mickey rourke is in it -
probably my most beloved cameo not cameo actor...

it's not a great movie...
it's not a bad movie...
but sure as **** and pancakes flying past...
it's most certainly NOT a marvel or a d.c.
universe movie...
there's something beside packaged dialogue
and the quirks of a lame joke...

hellopoetry wattpad all these sites have become
the same...
filled with instagram and twitter poetics...
purposively trying to wipe clean...
oh... about 12 thousands words...
and if that's not enough...
the words just keep on coming!
mind you: instagram still hasn't bothered
to delete all the photos that "probably"
caused the suicide of molloy rushel...
i see f&%$! i'm harmed - inquisitor dyslexia...
not in the age of freely available *******...

this is a kick in the nuts...
almost a year ago i was given a polite breakdown...
now?
marie antoinette me... because... m'eh...
come to think of it...
i'm almost glad i never save my works
on my computer...
stash them on a hard-drive...
learn from the best... journalists...
better still... learn from tabloid vampires -
alias: journalists...
and spew... regurgitate... spew...
spew spew exorcist the fumes heads spinning
perhaps a quazi-gonzo approach will
appear...
as ever: to be left... without every having
being satisfied by one's own words having
been written...

included are reference to a...
most certainly hebrew associated...
i could perhaps call this...
a bout of anti-semitism?
but that's ridiculous...

once upon a time this was a most bountiful
site... oh! the editing! the spacing!
the style...! black and white! och mein gott!
cream of the crop...
cherry on top...

up to the moment when those group-think
enclaves of the sycophants start
turning on against each other...
and the comments are not exactly
constructive...
just... dandy... just plain jane... nice...

it was truly nice, nice...
while it lasted... i have to now get ready
for... so this is how it feels...
to be killed? mentally?
this is what ****** feels like?
those mentioned poems?
they have been erased from history...
i didn't save them...
i "thought" i left them in capable hands...
but... oops! they're gone...
just like those words from a tabloid newspaper
circa 15th of january 2019...
then again: maybe the ***** keep those entries too!

where is that internet i've been hearing
about? the one that days: it's forever?!
i might have said this once...
welcome to the dodo project...
i'll be your... pseudo Orwell and no...
this is not a simulation...
wordsmiths from twitter and instagram
want all of us to choke and gasp
at: red is rose and i love you by choice...
or some other... "headline" poem...
as always... missing the article...

well... beware herr zensor on this site.