the two seem paired -
the joy of: a whisker of brandy
into a cider: like a comet falls -
tail teasing the lip until
the final kosher glug of
the slit / turned neck of a bottle -

give me a cider and some ***...
i'll put on some music and
gladly iron -
imagining: this is really necessary:
as is drowning on a sinking ship!

brandy for the roses and
mild embarrassment -
no better place than england
to listen to german folk songs...

couple this with...
the already mentioned brandy...
the cider...
but there's a mild sudoku puzzle...
no. 11,298...
and the song to solve it with...
minnesang - neidhart:
meine din liechter schin...

like watching raindrops -
or something from the quantum
cinema - numbers just "magically" appear
in the missing blanks...
a 9 here... a 9 over there -
a 1 a 5 a 6... oh look!
like keeping a locket of spring
in this harrowing this most
demanding season of the year -

what of summer? am i waiting
for a harem to travel to?
no... curses these joys of pedantry -
and mild logic explorer's demands...
because i frankl find anything
new i write to be of:
any concern - even if mine was
to be included -

even poetryfoundation.org
hits a solid gold -
but most of the time:
it's just... a BA or an MA in english
literature that needs to be waved
before the digital "press"
fiddles with the writing...

one can expect to be exhausted from
complimenting focus avenues
of any further conversation -
no new word will this already
bankrupt lexicon unfold a carpet
of burgundy for:
otherwise it's still teaching
the old dog a new trick -

else: pragmatic love - versus transcendent
love -
poor romance - who would ever
want to return to idealism -
mein gott... i was an idealist when
it came to "love"...
lost baggage... a forgotten umbrella -
a footsore - a cotton mouth...
i will never revisit romantic love -
no ideal love: here or there -
from me or from her -
no middle-ground no no man's land...

thank god i am not a desired
catch in the realm of pragmatic love...
thank god that i await leaving this
world as a pauper:
at least the pauper considering
that i would call those rich to be
those who have invested in a lineage!

it's therefore most refreshing to think
that i have a practical love that
is practical because it doesn't have to love,
it doesn't have to idealise -
it has a memory - though...
that's its only downfall...
and when it was coupled with ***...
but how lucky i am to not feed
jealousy to not feed boredom from
a monogamy...
how i can "love" a passerby -
how i can "love" a stranger...
and have the most spectacular informal-formality...

but... as ever... these are the required
words to an otherwise...
apathetic time a-passing hunched...
akin to last night -
a crow flew over my house in the dead
of night and croaked -
which is: a rare event if you stay up
for most of the nights of the year -

then couple that with:
oh the joy of taking a **** not having to think
about the homosexual ecstasy...
and the *******... when standing and a tail
that once was...
perhaps... but it's the simple joy...
a woman should know the effects
of ******* and water...
when she... the shower...
well... i can't imagine any circumcised man
to know, even remotely,
the pleasure derived from... taking a ****...
literally...

once more: it's the lesser known pleasure...
or perhaps the major pleasure -
whatever it is...
it can be most gratifying as solo from
beginning to end.