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Mar 2021
i once saw a play:
stones in his pockets at the West End...
two actors performing
a share of 20 odd roles between
them...
nothing unlike
milan kundera's essays
or...
    gilles deleuze and samuel
beckett's bicycle
"metaphor": mein gott:
obwohl ich bin sterbern(d)
zu lesen das bux...
i'm writing english
i'm teasing deutschezung(e)
i'm evidently trespassing...
conventionality and "something"
that stipends an completion
of "geometry" with a suffix
-oon and -oonz...
breathing ice...
breathing ice in his hands...
atmung eis im seine hände...
the stones that were his pockets, also..
were an encouraged drowing
mechanism...
deus ex machina
**** in machina...
one left the "other"
with one of those secular jokes...
a priest, a rabbi... walk into
a bar...
order a baritone
cosmopolitan...
the bartender is probably
transgender,
                 evo-******...
a castrato opera mongrel sign-up...
or a giuseppe belli
sonnet:                e io:
                   und ich, and i...
             i ja...
    it's like this gargantuan fullness
of a breath predisposed itself
to imagine itself awake and with
untold misery a tugging alongside
i as why...

once i wrote chicken scratching(s)
with a loot out of the scruffy tending
to... limits ease...
now this damning trickle of water
like the most probably inevitable:
sojourn panicky quest
across the north sea
to arrive at the norwegian fjords
attired in adam's feather
and shivering to ease
at touching either candle...
a puddle of ink... chicken blood
*** the Aztecan decapitation
ritual... cannibalising their own:
poor crooks of the dawn...
****'n'****-a-******-doo'ah...
entre... i.e. to begin with: "debate"...

if memory serves me justice:
i was a reader once...
i'd write what little conversation i could have
but otherwise: wouldn't have
for clarity's sake...

giggle... chandelier...
worship of st. peterburg...
           to make doll...
and a franchise of something
from Vienna... something:
Viennese...
like a Hamburger is not something
pork: readily available via
ham...
but... something lost to the association
with a Hamburg;
exemplum est.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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