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Jun 2020
simple word: emma... emma... wright...
           a postman dropped
a package at 294 havering
road... when he should have dropped it at...
294 pettits lane north...
so i...
     walk up with this
package come 9pm... knock on the door...
              a dog barks...
a youth opens the door
i ask:
does...............   e-m'ah...
    yep... not: em-m'ah...
     does... E-m'ah... white...
i probably butchered
wright so i'm supposing:
white rather than wright...
right... because:
plain stephen: the trill is gone
hello: tarantula bitten numbing
on every... ******* R to come...

not that i think myself a poet...
but... when you...
have a goblin in your gob...
and you speak someone else's
teased **** of a tongue
in your, own... mouth...
E-m'ah...
                 no... not EM-M'AH...
          it went back toward
the greeks... μω / ημ...
              
                   the best reason to...
walk into a forest and get blind
drunk...
all because...
   E-m'ah... not emma: not
em-m'ah...
                     e-and... m'am...
                 a demon in my throat
how could i... somehow...
"forget" how to say... a girls name...

there's no more curiosity left
in me...
salvage the hopes of leftovers...
because there are always some...

i... supposedly write...
            this frustration of...
un-invited bogus wrapping tow...
snub... and choke on... ropes...
a sentence...
          
          i have these... sensation envelopes...
they're not hallucinations...
much milder...
          the eyes are forever blind...
no... these sensation envelopes...
     whereby...
    my own tongue feels foreign
in my own gob behind the gate
of rubric of ivory... 26?
     no... that's the letters... humans have...
32 teeth...
  
               to speak... in 26...
   i had my original... ******... 32...
that's 6 short...
       ****'s sake... e-m'ah...
   rather than em-m'ah...
                     enough to make a man
drink himself to a sleep
towing a worship of death...

                      at my disposal...
about four fifths of fingers...
itchy... typing...
     and when speaking arrives...
a foreign tongue...
         it... truly wasn't...
a complicated: confiscation of a word...
     HCl mouthful...
   even though... hydrochloric     (acid)
is not a mouthful...

      шure: and a supriße...
                as-serted...
                     ςeriously: c-c... chim-chimney...
                            the french: cedilla...
ç could only, have been... born...
from the greek...           sen-sible.

that irritating sound of a turning
of a door-****...
    or plucking... a silence...
when... there's a sloth-rummaging...
leak of a waterwork... tap tap tap...
a sound and a name for:
something...
   no crescendo... not even a...
rattling: allure...
for... how sand and snare...
imitate... rain and a metal
roof....
                  arch:          e-
              ­                              +    
                             ­                   -cho...

such days... best left... forgotten.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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