the cis empire strikes back... out of the blue, question (prompt): so do we have this freedom of speech or no(t)? no - an indefinite negation; not - a definite negation... i'm still of the persuasion that writing is an extension of thinking (given the Cartesian parameters of the res extensa)... for your eyes only, in the confines of your own privacy of the mind... hardly staged in public and shouted...

poet not priest: supposedly burning among
the ******... a complete turn-off (for most)
when "certain" subjects matters are teased:

in no defence of Walt Whitman
verbatim:
    to a common *******

be composed - be at ease with me - i am walt whitman,
liberal and ***** as nature...

my girl i appoint with you an appointment,
and i charge you that you make preparation
to be worthy to meet me...

well, if ever i heard a bigger load of *******
i'd also hear the bells of St. Paul's resound
come noon...

perhaps it's just: little ol' me...
her body a book of Braille...
    an itch on the tip of my fingertips...
the collarbone and all the artery throbbing in
the neck...

perhaps 4 years isn't long enough
to be away from such sights...
sensations: grasp...

                    perhaps everyone is fiddling
with virginal sanctity: perhaps lying is easier...
perhaps in the grand scheme of things:
of numbed ****-teasing via the anaesthetic of
distance hiding behind a make-shift
"niqab" of a computer screen...

or all that's staged performance "art"...
well... if a ****** like Walt Whitman can be this
pompous about prostitutes...
"offensive language": what's the alt.?
***-muncher?!

          i'm done with sensibilities... these words
are hardly my ****...
                 but i can imagine how they must burn,
suffocate.