Mar 2021
give me enough night to forget the day,
give me...
the times i turned my feet into
a plough and the space in between
with time included: all this arable:
in-between...
step by step
st-
-ep by
s-
-tep...
give me that... my old drinking ******
and sunrise...
besides... it's only teasing April's fulfilment
and i'm abiding by too much roughage
in the stem...
for every time word, "word" was lost
to become this...
shortcut of centuries
whereby the priesthood of sort
governed the literacy rates...
when ******* was fun or there about(s)...
a cauldron of sounds within the confines
of familiar, yet all the more foreign lettering...
a cul de sac of....
caged crazed monkeys...
by now i'd be citing a reference marker
about...
330 & 309...
nomenclators...
le grand chiffre...
Rossignols: nightinagale...
skeleton key...
buzz-words hardly... so overbearingly
bothersome...
to have to come to the conclusion
once one has passed a certain age...
to love, out of fear...
to have to love out of...
to invest in children as to be certain one
can die as a patriarch in bed
and be sworn in
to the death valley by a vigil
and celebrated come the wake...
trivial tool-esque child-prone
ventures of bothersome thought...
it's never so gratifyingly plainly
detailed...
to die suddenly...
unexpectedly... like Caesar did...
well... thank you the patron saint
and the god of all who cycle into
a much congested urban environment...
that thrill of making
a pristine route from
a roundabout while
heavy traffic is involved and you're
all skeleton born, naked...
teasing at an exoskeleton of cars...
(how can one write anything
with this bad of bad of an internet
connection...
back in 1998 when we had dial-up...
**** worked just fine...
less traffic...
now? impossible traffic...
a little bit o' this 'n' a whittle bite
o' that... congested via
custard constipation...
moi? a ******* cat daddy like it might
be a cross to burden myself with...
to the bed of the stoic!
of pseudo... or... quasi...
sacrifices, sacrifices before the altar
of: fame per se...
**** and you're famous...
a famous awe-stricken work of
carpentry...
no... that thespian nightmare
of shadow-stealing? perhaps...
wake me up at 6:30am prompt-ly...
and i'll gyt on me'er bicycle
and wriggle around... the peddle of a lifetime
to chase both switz cheese and
sunrise...
now drinking wine and
having done enough cauldron cooking
with some witches i've come to the conclusion...
that they diet... don't diet...
yet they still turkey the whole ****-up poor
sober... can't ****** a properly designated
omelette even if they wished...
throw some peanuts at them
and watch the 2nd generation
of elephant trunk sprouts eager
for a bottle of... heave: live'young...
evian... somehow...
while all the self-help guru types...
and their literary genre is no more than
some wild excuse for
Kaiser Wilhelm IV to bee resurrected
in this current year and be like...
d'ah fecken mein trenchen
frisk och... die oops-la-la...
it's enough that i will summon
the russian alphabet i will not
need to bother greek...
or glagolitic...
or add any orthographical markers
to this naked Lay-a-tin...
n'est c'est pas?
but i will 'ave myself a refill...
as i churn out... promises...
for every surd... letter...
there can also be an insertion of an apostrophe...
i didn't sacrifice...
my knowledge of language leaves
me without good or therefore any...
conversation...
i stutter when i speak to people
who focus on the trough and cubicle...
i don't talk because i don't have
anyone to talk to...
i have... a ******* audience of
voyeurs...
the most i make of this inter-connectivity
is to check bicycle routes on
maps and the meteorological office
for... wind gust speeds...
that it might come from the SW
while i'm heading from the NE
and it's obviously against me... at 12mph...
but the gust comes in short outbursts
of nearing 30mph...
plus... as the older women knew...
the new way of shopping...
i am glad to have never invited myself
in any comment section...
and i probably didn't allow any to be left...
a tongue spoke in the silence
of 'ought: phonetically it re(a)d...
paйx "vs." *****...
i want to test this...
FLURRY of a new found-land
of literacy among... common-folk...
misnomer: i'm sure...
all folk are common and all that's
common is... folk...
ribbit...
is a paw-shy-to-the-jump...
sort-of... a... rabbit...
or... the sound a *****'s guest of toad
makes when it's not a sausage fest...
but a nymphomaniac ****
and there's a ****-sq. ******* apparent...
being all mysteriously...
humbert humbert / herr herr /
major major... alias with a phonetic symbol
(a letter in a foreign zunge involved)
unwillingly "we" dub them:
шaшa...
willingly "we" skid around the corners
and forget to brew whiskey
after having excavated amber
from the Baltic sea...
ЧEX -
"chech"...
Cheney? Cockney...
Chchen?!
no... just "Czech"...
'urva yebana maць...
there are not enough hours in the night
to listen to bbc radio 3...
all the tax-payers' moneys should
be paid into radio 3 coffers...
to hell with everything being televised!
to hell with...
radio 4... drive in the morning
for radio 2 oldies...
to hell with radio 1:
which never played iron maiden's
bring your daughter...
radio 3... no advertisement interludes...
a pristine radio station one can almost
suspect them to be pirate...
since...
no one is going to meat-up to meet
guillotine... Mr. Cromwell are
we closer to "done" are we yet to
find out to belittle the creases in
the new black that's the old
navy - no purpose for purple...
sooner you'll find me cycling toe
tied - twinkle loot:
i am in a possession of a beard
that is a must
come... the aggrevating...
the aggravating winds of traffic...
i'll walk into the north sea stark naked
just to the prove point of how mortal
and Pompeii i am without
being comfortable... to be: without...
each day is a... ******' itch to tease
death into a crescendo of expectations
that... goodness be! never truly...
comes... regurgitated spit of envy...
whittle ****-weeds of human remains
to be taken to fancy...
my Lyle & Tate & a full-moon sort of...
at the oval... when the moon is full
but it's "not" full...
in a democracy my vox is bread...
in a democracy my vox is circus..
my voice is democracy my voice
is unheard and for all the willing powers
that "be"...
little hitlers hey presto...
advent of A406...
my grudge against the almost livery
of having nothing but having to live
for plenty of times...
my time's an exit... a plan: no plan...
revive me revive a... bed i want to sleep
in... occupied by two sphinxes...
don't respects me...
don't fear me...
don't acknowledge me....
conversation has been over long
before you decide to quest for a resume...
"elsewhere" and that's where
it's... EVERYWHERE...
liberally: at least re(a)d...
teasing at Siberia
and nothing...
to do with... whey-stern...
culture-trap of a "comb-over"...
a bottle of wine can almost...
for sure... cater for... scratching of Ypres...
this little do that other d'ah...
almost anywhere looks pretty...
esp. when cicycled to...
and the sun's shining...
imagine my conundrum:
from a phonetically pure enterprise...
this horrid by-mingling
of letters and surds and...
"aesthetics" contra concrete orthography...
too much metaphysical *******
can do anyone' 'ed in... no?
one forgets... *****...
turns to ovals...
england wouldn't
be england... if it wasn't an island...
but... from Ilford through
to St. Paul's... little India...
the conquista has awwived...
mind you... there's a peacock!
the Xerxes of a pseudo-Iran
is... a-waiting...
closure of the 20th century of
the hebrews...
hello... scraps...
we'll fiddle, we'll mingle...
there's a cocktail... surf's up!
drink it... tamarind...
turmeric...
the scent before the closure
of a bog stench...
my... clipped wings...
einundzwanzig...
weil... nur türken ottomane
schubs zu ältere
von englischzunge...
kommen... ohne einladung?
ist nicht...
englisch vor...
mein: deutscheballaststoffe?!
give me...
the times i turned my feet into
a plough and the space in between
with time included: all this arable:
in-between...
step by step
st-
-ep by
s-
-tep...
give me that... my old drinking ******
and sunrise...
besides... it's only teasing April's fulfilment
and i'm abiding by too much roughage
in the stem...
for every time word, "word" was lost
to become this...
shortcut of centuries
whereby the priesthood of sort
governed the literacy rates...
when ******* was fun or there about(s)...
a cauldron of sounds within the confines
of familiar, yet all the more foreign lettering...
a cul de sac of....
caged crazed monkeys...
by now i'd be citing a reference marker
about...
330 & 309...
nomenclators...
le grand chiffre...
Rossignols: nightinagale...
skeleton key...
buzz-words hardly... so overbearingly
bothersome...
to have to come to the conclusion
once one has passed a certain age...
to love, out of fear...
to have to love out of...
to invest in children as to be certain one
can die as a patriarch in bed
and be sworn in
to the death valley by a vigil
and celebrated come the wake...
trivial tool-esque child-prone
ventures of bothersome thought...
it's never so gratifyingly plainly
detailed...
to die suddenly...
unexpectedly... like Caesar did...
well... thank you the patron saint
and the god of all who cycle into
a much congested urban environment...
that thrill of making
a pristine route from
a roundabout while
heavy traffic is involved and you're
all skeleton born, naked...
teasing at an exoskeleton of cars...
(how can one write anything
with this bad of bad of an internet
connection...
back in 1998 when we had dial-up...
**** worked just fine...
less traffic...
now? impossible traffic...
a little bit o' this 'n' a whittle bite
o' that... congested via
custard constipation...
moi? a ******* cat daddy like it might
be a cross to burden myself with...
to the bed of the stoic!
of pseudo... or... quasi...
sacrifices, sacrifices before the altar
of: fame per se...
**** and you're famous...
a famous awe-stricken work of
carpentry...
no... that thespian nightmare
of shadow-stealing? perhaps...
wake me up at 6:30am prompt-ly...
and i'll gyt on me'er bicycle
and wriggle around... the peddle of a lifetime
to chase both switz cheese and
sunrise...
now drinking wine and
having done enough cauldron cooking
with some witches i've come to the conclusion...
that they diet... don't diet...
yet they still turkey the whole ****-up poor
sober... can't ****** a properly designated
omelette even if they wished...
throw some peanuts at them
and watch the 2nd generation
of elephant trunk sprouts eager
for a bottle of... heave: live'young...
evian... somehow...
while all the self-help guru types...
and their literary genre is no more than
some wild excuse for
Kaiser Wilhelm IV to bee resurrected
in this current year and be like...
d'ah fecken mein trenchen
frisk och... die oops-la-la...
it's enough that i will summon
the russian alphabet i will not
need to bother greek...
or glagolitic...
or add any orthographical markers
to this naked Lay-a-tin...
n'est c'est pas?
but i will 'ave myself a refill...
as i churn out... promises...
for every surd... letter...
there can also be an insertion of an apostrophe...
i didn't sacrifice...
my knowledge of language leaves
me without good or therefore any...
conversation...
i stutter when i speak to people
who focus on the trough and cubicle...
i don't talk because i don't have
anyone to talk to...
i have... a ******* audience of
voyeurs...
the most i make of this inter-connectivity
is to check bicycle routes on
maps and the meteorological office
for... wind gust speeds...
that it might come from the SW
while i'm heading from the NE
and it's obviously against me... at 12mph...
but the gust comes in short outbursts
of nearing 30mph...
plus... as the older women knew...
the new way of shopping...
i am glad to have never invited myself
in any comment section...
and i probably didn't allow any to be left...
a tongue spoke in the silence
of 'ought: phonetically it re(a)d...
paйx "vs." *****...
i want to test this...
FLURRY of a new found-land
of literacy among... common-folk...
misnomer: i'm sure...
all folk are common and all that's
common is... folk...
ribbit...
is a paw-shy-to-the-jump...
sort-of... a... rabbit...
or... the sound a *****'s guest of toad
makes when it's not a sausage fest...
but a nymphomaniac ****
and there's a ****-sq. ******* apparent...
being all mysteriously...
humbert humbert / herr herr /
major major... alias with a phonetic symbol
(a letter in a foreign zunge involved)
unwillingly "we" dub them:
шaшa...
willingly "we" skid around the corners
and forget to brew whiskey
after having excavated amber
from the Baltic sea...
ЧEX -
"chech"...
Cheney? Cockney...
Chchen?!
no... just "Czech"...
'urva yebana maць...
there are not enough hours in the night
to listen to bbc radio 3...
all the tax-payers' moneys should
be paid into radio 3 coffers...
to hell with everything being televised!
to hell with...
radio 4... drive in the morning
for radio 2 oldies...
to hell with radio 1:
which never played iron maiden's
bring your daughter...
radio 3... no advertisement interludes...
a pristine radio station one can almost
suspect them to be pirate...
since...
no one is going to meat-up to meet
guillotine... Mr. Cromwell are
we closer to "done" are we yet to
find out to belittle the creases in
the new black that's the old
navy - no purpose for purple...
sooner you'll find me cycling toe
tied - twinkle loot:
i am in a possession of a beard
that is a must
come... the aggrevating...
the aggravating winds of traffic...
i'll walk into the north sea stark naked
just to the prove point of how mortal
and Pompeii i am without
being comfortable... to be: without...
each day is a... ******' itch to tease
death into a crescendo of expectations
that... goodness be! never truly...
comes... regurgitated spit of envy...
whittle ****-weeds of human remains
to be taken to fancy...
my Lyle & Tate & a full-moon sort of...
at the oval... when the moon is full
but it's "not" full...
in a democracy my vox is bread...
in a democracy my vox is circus..
my voice is democracy my voice
is unheard and for all the willing powers
that "be"...
little hitlers hey presto...
advent of A406...
my grudge against the almost livery
of having nothing but having to live
for plenty of times...
my time's an exit... a plan: no plan...
revive me revive a... bed i want to sleep
in... occupied by two sphinxes...
don't respects me...
don't fear me...
don't acknowledge me....
conversation has been over long
before you decide to quest for a resume...
"elsewhere" and that's where
it's... EVERYWHERE...
liberally: at least re(a)d...
teasing at Siberia
and nothing...
to do with... whey-stern...
culture-trap of a "comb-over"...
a bottle of wine can almost...
for sure... cater for... scratching of Ypres...
this little do that other d'ah...
almost anywhere looks pretty...
esp. when cicycled to...
and the sun's shining...
imagine my conundrum:
from a phonetically pure enterprise...
this horrid by-mingling
of letters and surds and...
"aesthetics" contra concrete orthography...
too much metaphysical *******
can do anyone' 'ed in... no?
one forgets... *****...
turns to ovals...
england wouldn't
be england... if it wasn't an island...
but... from Ilford through
to St. Paul's... little India...
the conquista has awwived...
mind you... there's a peacock!
the Xerxes of a pseudo-Iran
is... a-waiting...
closure of the 20th century of
the hebrews...
hello... scraps...
we'll fiddle, we'll mingle...
there's a cocktail... surf's up!
drink it... tamarind...
turmeric...
the scent before the closure
of a bog stench...
my... clipped wings...
einundzwanzig...
weil... nur türken ottomane
schubs zu ältere
von englischzunge...
kommen... ohne einladung?
ist nicht...
englisch vor...
mein: deutscheballaststoffe?!
