Jul 9
what is in my head: nothing
what is in my heart: nothing probably: too...
should i clamor my head with
dreams the last sequence
was me disbelieving: so David Icke
plays guitar to children
in a small room a deconstructed
Wembley stadium
and i'm panicking needing medical
assistance for spotting a mother
grandmother and sister
with a little boy
who bought one ticket a *******
***** Wonka golden ticket
and then some other security guard
is going to let all five in
on that one ticket?
seriously?
i need a medical time-out?
why am i even dreaming about where
i work?
so later after David Icke
did his set
we all went outside
and in the audience: only boys...
no girls...
and then we were by a shoreline
watching Scandinavian mountains
grumble grunt and gamble
and turn to sand
but really slowly:
and the boys came out of the David Icke
concert
and i was kneeling
looking at Kandinsky's pink and fading
blue in the ice
a ridge of ice crumbling
and then the boys in the audience
sat on our bent knees and upper thighs
and fell asleep in our arms...
i so rarely dream that
sort of ****** up my head for the day
i suggested: sonic hangover from
the otherwise self-plagiarizing AC/DC...
because all the songs sound the same:
perhaps that's the magic after all:
i just thought thought about writing the same
poem twice but rearranging the words
the girls go to Greece on holiday
while the state gave them free housing
while the boys are all losers
still living with their parents:
losers, yeah: right...
maybe that's why i'm so easy on racial slurs
given that i work with
African black boys
old black boys R US as slaves
and Slavs...
and Surd and Surfs of beauty
my Somali / Ethopiopia:
beauty was sexually abused on shift
became pressed with ****
to ***
and i lent him my ear guards
we greet like immigrants
because we: well: i finally realised
that the English will not make or want me
to be English with them:
the Australians could
and the Americans could
but not the Canadians sorry but no:
today i was listening to the rare
occasion of mother breaking bread
and listening to the news
and the coverage of Australian immigration
policies:
even in want of police officers
if say a 30 year old career:
but in tow a special person, special needs
DOWN UP-UNDER...
well sure: but the Axis of Evil that
includes Russia, China, Turkey:
also includes Australia...
oddly enough...
i actually applied for a visa to go and live
in Australia:
the haven for whites and Asians
without the other Asians (monotheists)
and sorry: Africa:
Africa is leeching Europe
even though there were Kingdoms of
Africa: say: Ghanaians stealing
Nigerians and selling them to the Portable Geese:
like you think i don't
know all the Asians hate the Chinese
before that they hated the Japanese
but now the Japanese are just the English
of the Orient in their: WEIRD'OH HAIRDOS...
i can get with a lot of things
because i can now clock in
on working with two Muslim male virgins:
possible terrorists...
you know how western explanations go:
England is part of Scandinavia
and it still feels like competing
with French audacity...
weird...
i work with ******* and Muzzies
and don't know how these people can be
so racist to each others' skin tones of tome...
but **** me:
the **** i hear when it comes to racial slang
and i'm actually a white boy respected
because i supported Germany in the Euros
or some ****...
i can't believe the stigmata of the Professor
this Russophobia is eating me
more logical: apparently: than the clearly
underestimated virus of Islam most
Ignoble in the hands of the Pakistani practice
(of said, religion):
Adam: Zackkakis: let's call him that:
beating my own money that turned into
a donkey:
why am i hearing that people are so glad
to work with me?
i hear compliments: i'm all pink with allure:
tell me? why is that so tell me
of the petty evils of great and petty men...
and about the innocence of women
and of women: in general...
i was yet to be accused of ****
and i imagine that
if it was the first woman i was intimate
with:
if the first one accused me of ****
by "association":
toward the glamour of consent via
oral ***...
and i said: 2nd base! 2nd base!
that's not virginity lost
that's just bilingualism:
maybe he didn't return the favor:
he too could be to blame
by not returning the oral favor
of playing the game of bilingualism
of sorts: oysters:
watermelons...
**** me the list is endless...
but they still want to work with me:
less so:
no: i couldn't possibly drink with anyone
but myself:
or smoke... marijuana:
i tried that once
with my Nigerian neighbor on the roof
of my kitchen: and his kitchen...
maybe because i was drinking:
he was sober:
but we smoked a joint:
the ****** started HYPERVENTILATING...
i almost quested to Q to 'uestion:
you breathing in helium:
or about to?
seriously: you hyperventilating is sort
of putting me off
sharing a joint with you:
don't worry: i micro-dosed this one
so you won't feel a numbing high
just a conversational prompt
and a cognitive impromptu...
no? none of that? still HYPERVENTILATING...
yes... me too:
i think about orbits: geometry:
triangles and planets...
but if i weren't planning a decade away
in Hawaii i would be
serious about my Australian status:
i was yet to hear the abode
of the neo-Nazis in Australia:
like somehow: no one else does it:
but everyone else does it:
special intelligence
of the special people getting educated
forgetting their biology:
i know that i drank and smoked
enough to slow down any biological
replica of moi:
i did enough damage to my body
to know my self: even in the reflexive sense: myself
rather than the reflective sense of: my: self...
so i know that i'd best cater to a woman
being a man having
reached the Zenith of Menopause...
because it's not a Nadir: if you like ***...
i can celebrate it! what?! menopause!
when woman becomes: finally! a man!
transgender politics aside:
that's when trans-gender-ism happens most
clearly:
like when the people of Taiwan became
Polynesians...
a man without menopause: mono-pause:
clairvoyant and some pressure
for the demands of Opera: let's make it a night
to reconsider:
this guy just stormed out from
a show disgruntled by the production quality:
sober: does it matter:
he complained that Mozart was sung in English
and not DEUTSCHE...
#****-erotica.... huh?
yet to mind drinking if anything:
as much...
oh these losers who regret bringing
the bad news
of family: all gone: to call them cousins
would be a heresy...
how the Bangladeshis abhor the Indians
because:
not reunited with your Pakistani brood-ings?
i worked with the lot of them
the most difficult were the Greenwich bellybutton
English blues of:
self-made authority: but not in Australia:
but a silence of a bed
and for my head filled with lead
to lie in and sink
that would be
a most serene dream: seconds
of a reality extending into hours of dreaming:
to call it a name
but to also invoke a verb ending
of it DOING from simply being:
well! Hiedeggar my stomach and Damocles!
what is in my heart: nothing probably: too...
should i clamor my head with
dreams the last sequence
was me disbelieving: so David Icke
plays guitar to children
in a small room a deconstructed
Wembley stadium
and i'm panicking needing medical
assistance for spotting a mother
grandmother and sister
with a little boy
who bought one ticket a *******
***** Wonka golden ticket
and then some other security guard
is going to let all five in
on that one ticket?
seriously?
i need a medical time-out?
why am i even dreaming about where
i work?
so later after David Icke
did his set
we all went outside
and in the audience: only boys...
no girls...
and then we were by a shoreline
watching Scandinavian mountains
grumble grunt and gamble
and turn to sand
but really slowly:
and the boys came out of the David Icke
concert
and i was kneeling
looking at Kandinsky's pink and fading
blue in the ice
a ridge of ice crumbling
and then the boys in the audience
sat on our bent knees and upper thighs
and fell asleep in our arms...
i so rarely dream that
sort of ****** up my head for the day
i suggested: sonic hangover from
the otherwise self-plagiarizing AC/DC...
because all the songs sound the same:
perhaps that's the magic after all:
i just thought thought about writing the same
poem twice but rearranging the words
the girls go to Greece on holiday
while the state gave them free housing
while the boys are all losers
still living with their parents:
losers, yeah: right...
maybe that's why i'm so easy on racial slurs
given that i work with
African black boys
old black boys R US as slaves
and Slavs...
and Surd and Surfs of beauty
my Somali / Ethopiopia:
beauty was sexually abused on shift
became pressed with ****
to ***
and i lent him my ear guards
we greet like immigrants
because we: well: i finally realised
that the English will not make or want me
to be English with them:
the Australians could
and the Americans could
but not the Canadians sorry but no:
today i was listening to the rare
occasion of mother breaking bread
and listening to the news
and the coverage of Australian immigration
policies:
even in want of police officers
if say a 30 year old career:
but in tow a special person, special needs
DOWN UP-UNDER...
well sure: but the Axis of Evil that
includes Russia, China, Turkey:
also includes Australia...
oddly enough...
i actually applied for a visa to go and live
in Australia:
the haven for whites and Asians
without the other Asians (monotheists)
and sorry: Africa:
Africa is leeching Europe
even though there were Kingdoms of
Africa: say: Ghanaians stealing
Nigerians and selling them to the Portable Geese:
like you think i don't
know all the Asians hate the Chinese
before that they hated the Japanese
but now the Japanese are just the English
of the Orient in their: WEIRD'OH HAIRDOS...
i can get with a lot of things
because i can now clock in
on working with two Muslim male virgins:
possible terrorists...
you know how western explanations go:
England is part of Scandinavia
and it still feels like competing
with French audacity...
weird...
i work with ******* and Muzzies
and don't know how these people can be
so racist to each others' skin tones of tome...
but **** me:
the **** i hear when it comes to racial slang
and i'm actually a white boy respected
because i supported Germany in the Euros
or some ****...
i can't believe the stigmata of the Professor
this Russophobia is eating me
more logical: apparently: than the clearly
underestimated virus of Islam most
Ignoble in the hands of the Pakistani practice
(of said, religion):
Adam: Zackkakis: let's call him that:
beating my own money that turned into
a donkey:
why am i hearing that people are so glad
to work with me?
i hear compliments: i'm all pink with allure:
tell me? why is that so tell me
of the petty evils of great and petty men...
and about the innocence of women
and of women: in general...
i was yet to be accused of ****
and i imagine that
if it was the first woman i was intimate
with:
if the first one accused me of ****
by "association":
toward the glamour of consent via
oral ***...
and i said: 2nd base! 2nd base!
that's not virginity lost
that's just bilingualism:
maybe he didn't return the favor:
he too could be to blame
by not returning the oral favor
of playing the game of bilingualism
of sorts: oysters:
watermelons...
**** me the list is endless...
but they still want to work with me:
less so:
no: i couldn't possibly drink with anyone
but myself:
or smoke... marijuana:
i tried that once
with my Nigerian neighbor on the roof
of my kitchen: and his kitchen...
maybe because i was drinking:
he was sober:
but we smoked a joint:
the ****** started HYPERVENTILATING...
i almost quested to Q to 'uestion:
you breathing in helium:
or about to?
seriously: you hyperventilating is sort
of putting me off
sharing a joint with you:
don't worry: i micro-dosed this one
so you won't feel a numbing high
just a conversational prompt
and a cognitive impromptu...
no? none of that? still HYPERVENTILATING...
yes... me too:
i think about orbits: geometry:
triangles and planets...
but if i weren't planning a decade away
in Hawaii i would be
serious about my Australian status:
i was yet to hear the abode
of the neo-Nazis in Australia:
like somehow: no one else does it:
but everyone else does it:
special intelligence
of the special people getting educated
forgetting their biology:
i know that i drank and smoked
enough to slow down any biological
replica of moi:
i did enough damage to my body
to know my self: even in the reflexive sense: myself
rather than the reflective sense of: my: self...
so i know that i'd best cater to a woman
being a man having
reached the Zenith of Menopause...
because it's not a Nadir: if you like ***...
i can celebrate it! what?! menopause!
when woman becomes: finally! a man!
transgender politics aside:
that's when trans-gender-ism happens most
clearly:
like when the people of Taiwan became
Polynesians...
a man without menopause: mono-pause:
clairvoyant and some pressure
for the demands of Opera: let's make it a night
to reconsider:
this guy just stormed out from
a show disgruntled by the production quality:
sober: does it matter:
he complained that Mozart was sung in English
and not DEUTSCHE...
#****-erotica.... huh?
yet to mind drinking if anything:
as much...
oh these losers who regret bringing
the bad news
of family: all gone: to call them cousins
would be a heresy...
how the Bangladeshis abhor the Indians
because:
not reunited with your Pakistani brood-ings?
i worked with the lot of them
the most difficult were the Greenwich bellybutton
English blues of:
self-made authority: but not in Australia:
but a silence of a bed
and for my head filled with lead
to lie in and sink
that would be
a most serene dream: seconds
of a reality extending into hours of dreaming:
to call it a name
but to also invoke a verb ending
of it DOING from simply being:
well! Hiedeggar my stomach and Damocles!
