Heart content
but a mouth filled with
the gravity of
realism and sorrows
so my tongue plunges
into the sepsis seas
a tongue tied to a stone
and sinking...
these walls echo
a tongue only spoken
in thoughts...
never in the medium
of rhetoric...
    happiest I'll be: once dead...
but never alive...
then I'll know
that I have been both alive
and dead...
like Cesar stabbed Ed dead Fred...
happiness is such a weird
Concept a phenomenon
concern all glory to H'Americana...
But a death made simultaneous
made collapse with life
Like a death by mercy
When one crushes an ant...
So much of my heart was
To be left elsewhere
And in some "otherwise"...
  but a joy toy *****
for the perfect American
mother pristine of a hungry mumma
and where are the "authentic"
girls of Kazakhstan?
Perhaps neuro-central
of Israel...so funny: have to laugh!