being from the perspective of:
  entwurzeln
   ent-wur-zeln...
         i.e. uprooting...

   if i drop a name of a dead
person does the vocabulary
of the living gravitate to sizzle?

i don't know...
bold word: no word...
at best just a sound...
some archeological finders keepers...

it would be hard
to make a giraffe less:
   whatever a giraffe is...
   mute... elongated neck... 2nd...
too many factions have
come across a pretty pie of
dull... trans-grammatical
mayhem and i'm not going
to sing the lyrics of an
r.e.m. song about the end...

never mind: an end of the world...
all the existentialists:
with but one exception are
firm: rooted...
by the one nomadic presence...

a little experiment
i'd like to retract one maxim
of nietzsche - life without music
would be unbearable...
i've aged... apparently...
so much so that i'll listen to
music for a fraction of what
i esteem myself as:
capable of walking...

"tomorrow" is a mythical
creature: so in this... "tomorrow"
i'll travel via tube to south Kensington
to buy a bicycle...
then i'll cycle through 20+ miles to
my starting point
of "adventure" and find myself:
android...
a body with extensions
that might make a Beijing plum
sour from the blush of excitement
a 33... ****... a nearing thirty-five year old
might...

i have only missing aspirations
of envy... if someone were
to make evil-eye jealousy enough
of a thief more of a kleptomaniac
should i own a copy
of charles olson's maximus of Glouchester
poems... available...

it would be my same told...
"anecdote" of when
i found dr. faustus by thomas mann
in the public library...
otherwise: and thank **** i don't
write pop... vogue...
or regurgitate rhyme...

if i'll have to revise my autobiographical
tirades i will...
i'll walk some nouns into a square
and tell the peacock to flush out
all the pretty ones...

is green "prettier" than green itself:
or staged as a plethora of green:
i.e. hues come... something decidedly
apparent like... a lineage of perspective
within the confine of trees:

by way... claustrophobia is a fear
of closed spaces...
what of a fear of constrained time?
which, life, evidently has to by first degree
solely promise...
death my second mother
i wait for the day when my libido
shrinks, my hard-on too...
and the idea of jerking off to flowers
is as alien as it already is
when there are two **** two *******
and a bouquette:

i was experiencing an alien sensitivity
that might have
to include the cow's bagpipe
of an assortment of *******
for a craftier ******* lubricant...

all those floral patterns of genital flesh
is one thing...
the kaleidoscope of
***** as genocide
and... ******* gloryhole extravaganza...
hey... what about all that
liquorice latex fetish glee...
term me another for golden: fleeces...

i'll tell you... you're not donning
skinned pig for the use of either
shoe or belt...
however kosher or halal that's
sounding: clean tummy...
******* doss of a Saudi ripple..
but that you are...

   for better or for worse:
halal rubber shoes: laces -
only "somehow" and a "now"...

so many voices at this democratic
trough
might make a schizoid want
a circumference of relapse...

by the exasperated: of some vanguard
that's too Pompeii and also
too old... to be versed like...
what's Rome without the coliseum...
what's "proper" bread
without the "vulgarity" of yeast...
antics of yeast that's
what's ripe for the juicing of some:
somehow true begot experiment:

when they canned laughter
they had to experiment
with tubing faking a crowd & entourage...
saving us from ourselves:
acting... apparently...
or... shadow thieving ferrets of
the highest exemplar...

by bypassing the glow of mother
hoot and geese strutting: Wehrmacht
superiority: no complex
i.e. by the technology thus bestowed...
little slingshot Zeus tucked away
an eye of the titan: Grogerous...

because the zeppelins were
on fire and i found my tongue
in a heap of **** and skulls
and it was never supposed to be
or appear to be pretty

or like i'll forever find sleep
and night with the same sunrise / sunset
rendition of the Hellraiser
soundtrack by a christopher young
and beethoven can... fizzle *******
till... i find...
enough of what i don't want...
ambiance... fridge-sensory-séance...
a ******* overload at first...
last: my parrot imitation
of... how hammering a nail
sounds like... when making
comparisons with chopping
tree for it to fall...

and a forest and a sound...
and someone pretending there's
a third person's worth of a riddle
for: "if there"...
a gnome of nowhere....
        always a "somewhere".