angry youthful music ought to be behind me,
i should be properly strapped to serious music,
to jazz proper, to classical music,
i shouldn't be coming across
five finger death punch's welcome to the circus...

maybe i'm in just too much pain
to know the difference about anything...
every time i start coughing i feel me chest
constrict with pangs of over-stretched skin
and a sensation of bone i never thought i'd
ever experience...

or maybe i'm just scribbling these words
down because: i wish i owned a fireplace...
or an aquarium rather than a television...
perhaps i just want to write something mediocre...
perhaps this is the best way
to sit up until 2am and...
reimagining a triangle: imploding

into \  /
          |               Y... the tongue of serpents...
sitting pretty: Δ...
          
it's that time of the day, or night...
when it's necessary to ingest some
poetryfoundation.org respectability...
reading stuff by the people who
own BA degrees in the English language...
because plumbers can't get it right
because people who studied chemistry
can't get it right...

before today's shift i was sitting
admiring the sun...
and a woodland pigeon perched on a roof...
i start blinking and squinting my eyes
and pretending i had camels' eyelash length...
hell... abstract it...
if i were a giant...
               that woodland pigeon has
a form very much resembling
a Barosaurus...
       don't tell me a pigeon doesn't resemble
that dinosaur...
with that blatant agony of a sunrise...

well... if a W. Todd Kaneko
can write poems about Andre the Giant...
i can write about my life...
in a way that might leave me:
chiseling epitaphs into slabs of Dutch cheese
never to be eaten...

it's a nice looking html page...
i almost feel like having a Patrick Bateman breakdown
over a business card...
it's not like human creativity was ever
to be undermined by algorithms:
keep on writing... and tabloids and tabloid some
more...

no... this world makes no sense...
what made the crocodiles so smart...
so cunning... what made the jellyfish
not whisper: pig cranium gelatin...
or is that the giraffe and the cartilage
of knees to chemically infuse water with
jelly-firmness: fake raspberries?!

life makes absolutely no sense...
not when Darwinism is invoked:
i.e. historically...
Darwinism divorced itself from history...
there's no need for history when
one is an adherent of Darwinism...
couple the unearthing of dino-bones and
who needs... the Welsh flag
and St. George battling the dragon?!

there's only so much history my poor brain
can keep up with...
before even philosophy becomes ridiculous
in how it's ridiculous to try to find
oneself: standing outside the realm
of all space and time...
and then what? somehow a return is necessary...
and a return to?
tabloid journalism...
the sycophancy of cheap and cheaper
fame?!

let's just "cope"...
               coping is good...  not Copernican cope...
but: the pyramids of Giza
are cope when one cannot climb Everest mountain...
easier... to stack stones of necrophilia
than... climb a mountain that might
give you living restraints...
weren't Egyptians Africans?!
aren't Egyptians still not Africans?!

         just saying... a bit like Xerxes lashing out
on the Aegean with whips to calm the waves...
idiot monkey brains and...
when the Chinese built that great wall...
which.... didn't stop the Mongol "termites" from
invading...
water always finds its way...

i'm tired, i'm bruised...
i think i've read too much pretentious verse
by the supposedly qualified brigade
of people with £100,000 debt
for achieving an art degree...
    
     guess i can write a little more than
a giraffe's worth of graffiti... too...
             eh... socio-racial quotes...
no one is going to be interested in one ******'s
story...
maybe that's why i'm going to side
with the Russians... i ate dried fish
and shrimps and drank beer and ***** with
them and i have all the right reasons to
abhor the Ukrainians...
perhaps because the Americans forgot to
hold sway on me being influenced...

trans- this that and the other...
gay-oh... pride-ah...
                   clown-world riddles...
                     soft-core political correctness....
no... not since the destruction of Libya...
the invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan...
making Iran a demonic state...
                           no... at least i know the Russians
are justifiably invested... and they are...
i think they are...
    at least it's not a proxy war...
                    it's not 2000+km from any ******* offensive
on the Alaskan fringes of territory...
march on this freedom...
    i trust my sanity with the Russians...
i wouldn't... for a single minute...
          trust it with the H'Americans...
and my god... how i loved American culture...
i was sold! now... i passively consume it...

if anyone is going to save the "race" of Europeans?!
the isolationism of the the Icelandic people...
the Faroe Islands... Greenland...
to hell with the Swedes...
and the Russians...
              why wouldn't i feel... intimidated
by the Arabs selling up a world of only one season?
forgo their lessons in Koranic humbling...

i technically shouldn't be siding with the Russians...
but... times... change...
what's the alternative?
siding with the German Weimar Rep. 2.0?!
oh man... dried fish? and beer?
so much better than peanuts and beer...
send me to the Kamchatka peninsula yesterday!