there could be... worse nights...
finishing a cinema of memory...
some drinking...
   and... some... listening to horror movie
soundtracks... cackling mad with
laughter into the night...
   yes... notably the mad giggling
at the end of drinking...
listening to horror movie sountracks...
with... nothing but pure
intentions: of being left: undisturbed...
to pick up a tomorrow's worth
of music:
       meta-man goes along
to a socially-distanced party of...
alpha-males and beta-males...
            meta-man fiddling with mr. omega...
and what is self-evident...
not what übermensch came as...
chinese disinhibited genetic perfectionism...
reworking the genes... blah blah...
and... pristine princess of trans:
the over-man a woman...
      m'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-lí-b'ooh...
  kim petras - only after... listening to...
dunk-list of tranz... blaire... white...
is there a way to somehow be...
devoid of a newspaper article...
        a... critic section of: a film summary...
poetry in the pedantry realm...
some sunday...

                  a sudoku crazy...
                       i never really wanted
to write... "poetry"...
                          i just found...
a paragraph too claustrophobic...
and... writing at multiple sittings...
rather... dishonest...
    
übermensch in china... who took the reality...
route...
and... the joke in h'america... that is now...
übermensch: the best ******-up versions
of our ******-up selves!
      
        strict persistent language...
i can't escape what's staging a coup...
                          but... i have found
an escape: investing in 100 years to come...
at the end of a drinking session...
listening to horror movie soundtracks...
having turned off the lights...
giggling...

            because... in all honesty?
there's only so much you can do with sober
around here...
the best you can... do...
is... revive a love for music...
having lost your way to talk-radio (BBC4)...
pretending to dance in a chair...
and solving a sudoku...
and being a complete tyrant of
grammar and spelling...

        as a fail-safe... of drinking...
because... in all honesty?
there's only so much you can do with sober
around here...
        
pristine: anti-social drinking sessions...
and since everyone is going to fling turds
around in the marathon run of nouns
used and not used...
                        
               lights off... horror movie soundtracks...
and with that eternal quote
illuminating the way...
         nin teil von jener kraft,
           die stets das böse will und stets das
                             gute schafft

the evil within the confines of my thought...
which can never translate itself
into telepathy or telekinesis...
          the goodness of laughter...
even... however much lost to malice.

           the dog would somehow require
a leash and muzzle...
                      to own a... totem of
forgetting... to not own it...
   to hold sway over being irked...
the itchy presence of a cat....

             and that's about as much of any...
yesterday.