i cycle into central London:
do one round: round Hyde Park...
buy a bottle of cerveza...
find a spot... fall into a serpent's
position: limbless pretend:
flat on my stomach...
i'm in the middle of London...
i'll smoke a cigarette...
read about 5 pages from a book...
watch the crows
make art... crows...
pigeons... seagulls...
         two girls will sit about 20 metres
from: 30 minutes apart...
i'll be eyeing them up...
they won't be... doing anything
than waiting for me to approach them...
i could: god, i could...
but... i'm so lazy looking out
for madmen which: humour me...
and all those other: degrades...
i'll sober up on m'ah ******* bicycle
like the good trooper...
oddly enough the older women
pay me compliments:
you could have any girl blah blah...
honey-bear... do i look bothered:
butchered about... not getting any?
do i, have to: get any?
why is it so ******* important to
get laid?
do i: have to?
am i a ******* barnacle... am i...
a monopod... how do you describe
the advent of curbing man's vanity
with Darwinism: like...
man's vanity... or god's presence...
taking a cut from...
postcards from Saturn... no?
when i rather visit a ******* for clarity:
i know that a psychiatrists or a priest
will not do...
i like the *** of well-worn leather chair
imitation...
i don't like lies... fake nuns...
but i'll cycle through the sq. mile...
stop off for a black coffee and some breath
under the shadow of st. paul's
cathedral...
on todays menu...
french fries... Louisiana style prep. of chicken
wings...
a corn cob... some pseudo-guacamole...
and a pineapple fetish for a... salsa...
i drink... but i also like to lasso a decent menu...
i'm the complete man:
a hypocrite... a conundrum... a paradox...
i'm the evil fiend: drunk...
but also... the most responsive commuter
on a bicycle...
however much i'd love to **** myself:
yes... alone... with a knife... not hanging...
ritually... best at night...
with an eye on the moon...
but never... forcing... traffic homicide...
it's not even a question:
a society of sociopaths...
i like to see them spar over crumbs...
they're so adventurous in their solipsism...
i pity the spare parts...
daughters of hairdressers and plumbers...
i'd pretend to choke without a decent
haircut or... pipes that work...
but it's their children: esp. the females...
call it a stanza of the only hell:
limbless...
hands... feet... cut off: eyes gauged out...
lying bare naked... torsos in a cave...
reproductive spare parts...

i cycle into central London with a heavy
heart...
i'm poo'et... my vater ist ein dachdecker...
if my father was a Loord...
i'd feel... less of this crushing guilt suppose
i merely write...
so much for writing...
i'd love to live a month inside my own head...
i write for reasons somehow not: merely...
****** prompting / prompted?

all "things" concerning the... supposed:
crown...
let the crowning advents of supposed
cream of the crop...
i'll buy into time...
whatever i have left of it...
             hier: jetzt...
             wie von...     tot...
                                 beste sein rätsel.