i reserve the "vote" for the freedom
of speech to be most preserved
among the sparrow...
and who had a name of a capital
better in the anglo-ßaß moving east...
warsaw.. warsaw...
joy division... david bowie:
warшawa... no SHarp enough:
for ya'?
             peeping "tom" elsewhere
from the local greenock town centre:
it would require a baron cook...
to "unfind" the continent
of auzzie-swahili-pseudo-zulu-lawn...
at least: or the least it's "not":
misnomers as conjunctions...
piła wojny - piła wojenna -
a warring saw...
saw of war...
warsaw and loon'don...
the bowie song breeds
regurgitating the blade runner "oops"...
called: east of berlin - west of moscow...
the swans: having observed the widows
and the widowers: will claim
the vote on where monogamy best
serves a genesis -
beside the pressure on the hasidic jews
borrowed from the scripture -
and no loud mouth "christ"
making friends among gentiles...
whatever would have become
of christopher young's compositions
outside of the territorial terrain
suited for hellraiser II: hellbound...
the joy comes from:
funky troy - ashes are ashes -
token tokyo voyeurism and:
that song of every other mollusk
not to be eaten by a Beijing horde...
because the rice left them happy...
but enough of rice will only allow
a man to travel, before he has to grovel
so far... to travel half as much as...
sparrows have my vote
for their freedom of speech...
the swans can be left alone being majestic
in mourning...
the ducks will continue to quack...
the geese will much prefer
to snorkle and quack simultaneously...
but then... better found
when strutting and in all those
feathers in a well ironed hugo boss
mademoiselle grise and madame noir...
and if not: grand-mère heureuse dans k(h)aki...
cherry on top...
cherry on anything.