+i'm getting so miasma prone headaches thinking: well... if i were a Napoleon and someone gave me a gun... imagine how many people i would have killed: without thinking of one! ha ha!+

and if you are to see: horror of mortality:
first: with a thirst of memory:
thirsting: first shown:
when and then
you must see the glaciers
of the labyrinth: most corrupt:
by time indentation and time most
corrupt:
in a foreign tongue:
this tongue is not my own:
this zunge...
diese zunge ist nicht meine eigene
**** happens
a Heidegger's hammer
becomes a Matthew's clutch
or a Konrad'z bicycle...
you want to... see... wink wink...
horror?
i believe you! i believe you
want to see it: feel it...
but now my feet are pedestrian
and CLUTCH and etc
and i'm just talking about life and
life best happens when it is
talked about
summarize for me advances
when she said: whoever said
she was: sperk bank donor
to the head: spearm: spyr:
tortoise?
so the politics of the left
if i be right
is
equivalent to...
ensuring the rights
of females...
while at the same time
the moral quest...
they get... to perform infanticide...
so there's death and death breed death
and sorry...
call me spastic mr fantastic
but why but what given of god's green
earth
would i treat: in earnest
a woman's right...
sure! give her the right to vote!
but please don't give her
a right to reproduce:
if she is...
so
******* stubborn on the per se momentum
i mean: jukebox me...
i am going to go wholly poppy cutie pie
the **** when i might get aborted because
she's this ******* fake assurance
gizmo of...            eh?!
this world is to shreds like
i understand...
Christianity is a great Idea...
but like ?Nietzsche said:
it's not one for the Hyperboreans...
Christianity is great...
but not for the Europeans not conquered
by Ancient Rome...
this ******* RAT THESE ******* RATS
in this endless night: begone!
Christianity suffices to explain what happened
to the Polynesian People...
i hate my wife for thinking:
Christianity is universal... like Buddhism was?
tangent off **** me Christianity
is great! but not for everyone:
but not under the laughing tokens of haha:
turk + arab
Islam is idea pressure to suit us best!

+clearly, the ears, are pivotal: in terms of coordination - and the eyes too, but the eyes seem almost secondary...._

because i'm not a poet or a feminist or a vegan
or a combination of the three
because i'm not a vegan poet
or a feminist poet
or a vegan feminist
or a... i forget the quadratics
i like listening to Iron Maiden...
the driving instructor just said:
CLUTCH! CLUTCH! CLUTCH!
i said that with capital letters and exclamation
mark for my own emphasis...
so after i had enough spatial awareness
to go beyond the clutch for starters
on the field of maneouevuring
ontomatopoia
i will... leave a trail of spelling mistakes
because i'm so ******* excited
that i'm learning to drive
about to turn aged 39
and i'm also so excited about being
a man: a male... a man male...
******* narrative of the oppressed
peoples seems so strange when
you don't include the oppression
of how society starves for vampires and werewolves
and i wonder
but what of the LGBTQ++V/W?
what about the vampires and the werewolves
and the zombies and the mummies?!
i already said it to my wife
i don't need to say it to the world:
it's super serious it's super exciting
but after spending 30min with her on the automatic
gear box
and now the horror awoke and it was
big at first then shrank and became little
and i don't care what EVEN SHE WAS SAYING
shut up: the vehicle is alive i'm
flying
i'm dreaming
driving like this is a rebirth of the 20th century
since it was so freely avaliable for so many:
i don't care about spelling mistakes!
i'm learning to drive a car and not turn a car
into a tank and plow into a throng of people
at a Christmas market
or a bunch of junkies at Piccadilly Sq in Manch
Munch Ch'Ch'Chichister... **** yo boyo...
i had my highs and thankfully this is one
of them:
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan and i'm
not a feminist:
i'm an example of some who says:
well... CLUTCH! CLUTCH! clutch before the hammer
of the STOP and the CLUTCH!
ghost limb and later an ego limp
from an automatic gesture
like salutations Hail Hishy Shaft and Shudder...
i don't know...
i went onto the balcony and thought about stars:
replied? blank... an utterly dark black almost
deep purple song alike so where
did the stars go?
but i'm not a poet a vegan or a feminist
i'm not a vegan poet or a feminist poet
as i am also not a something-or-other:
i just want to escape the cage
of riding a bicycle and swimming
and i acknowledge that people exist
who know not how to swim or ride a bicycle:
my grandmother...
hmm... i am just writing *******
and pretending to not think about
geopolitics but that doesn't really bother me
after all i might
end up being armed with a tank-of-potential
but i am no Shakespeare no rhyme when
once upon a time rhyme was cute and it was
written with intended rhyme so that actors
might remember lines
but we are not remembering so we are
forgetting so we are not going to rhyme...
why should poetry rhyme when there's talk
of emails and the wolf folk...
but at least i have the awareness of a cyclist
and a pedestrian now driving...
well... all i'm missing is a ******* ******
bullet and hole and aim...
because when all these proxy wars come
to pass and we gear up for Armageddon
i'll hope to be the last person to learn to drive
a car
when all the Japanese truck drivers slurp
and pray before their bowl of Ramen
and my stepdaughter breaks all her teeth on nibbling
on the dry p'ooh... oh hell:
words mean **** when you are given the feel
for a clutch and the two other pedals...

... and if there was a lineage of philosopher
and self-help gurus
who first learned to walk
before walking learned to trust an Alsatian
shepherd to put their entire arm into its gob
and before the people most precious
before the stubborn socio-political demands
for journalistic crab-bucket "democracy"
before some awe and yawn inspiring happens...
before all that
before all the physics:
i was young
and in mny youth i was supposed
to be planning a trip to the right of Columbus'
Copernican "prose"
way ahead in India and Thailand:
****!
i missed the plot!
All Saints: Pure Shores
with a...           Promise... Reyla and Priya
could fathom coconuts and peanuts
and elephants...
but i landed with a wife in somewhere
mid-/ late- Polynesia culture
and i'm just getting to the GRIT and GRIP
and also learning Polish Prison spreschen...
CWEL for a MYZYG another presidential
candidate and so much reality
is so Catholic in that it's so more distant
and sort of abstract in the geo-
geography and grammar and that part with squares
and algebra...
i think i have extension i call limbs
and limp knit picks and some other: ghosts...
but then again... i only have words
and i only have abberations...
hmm... and sometimes i call that love
and it's comfort profound to know
i was a pedestrian and a peasant and i've seen enough
because i'm so exited that
one liter of ***** will not get me drunk
beside there's a beyond i'm singing along
to a Christ Rea song on the M25
and i'm not getting ghost limb
itch because:
Mr. Mateusz the CLUTCH! CLUTCH!

then towers of time shine with a shrink
and the pools of the emblems of
space expand
and such is the trivial manifestation
of the mortal-play
that i found ?! and had a future
in thought
and went beyond mere ought-i and i-ought
and it happened so:
that from working within the confines
of earth
there was a heaven of answers
and a hell of questions
and the mediators upon earth
asked and asked...
but at least in heaven i will have
answers while
in hell i will only have questions
i don't think of Pavlov and
the bell chimes and rewards:
just give me the basis of infinity:
the basic square, magic:
the answer from which i can work with
and around...
not this salivating stupid... just the basic:
huh?!        aha!         hey presto!
if you think that god doesn't worry
about the existence of eternity you might be
quiet wong in the yolk of...
god is worried about people not having
the lost stomach to live to eternal...
sanity breaks like any machinery...
at some point i hope this fail-safe machinery
of planets will stumble:
burp... peasant *****...
but until that perfection fails...
we have hope
in reviving the smart
and the perfect engineering solving
problem and answers...
so until the planets stop doing what
planets might stop doing:
and we can stop claiming power of ingenuity over
the Devil because fire is less than
dirt from the basis of thirst
and need for problem solving
the Devil didn't know anything about problem-solving
so he was proud but if i'm surrounded
by people in an Islam pseudo
Death Cult and this passive Asian ugh
i want to get away from your \
Ninja breath-take-aways of
uncles and demons and
rotten ***** of the hijab....
      i don't want to live among Muslims... period!
get me away from these ****** junkies!
**** me: i'm getting arachnophobia feels!
ugh! get me away from these inbreds!
the Hindus know what i'm talking about
no wonder they are bombing the **** out from
these sand-*******! ugh! ugh! ugh!
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan i'm not a feminist...
i'm just learning to drive a car...
a tier above laughing while spitting
at a camel
and teasing while ******* a crab
to valk STR8....        boogoo... who would have
thought that ghost need both bed-sheets
and cushions to borrow: boot... dunno...
New York stinks...
i thought i was heading to the Raj and Thailand...
i ended up in Hawaii...
if god doesn't live in me then
god needs no other place to live
for me to otherwise not speak: and him to: speak.

so i detoured into the necropolis
thinking about the Young Columbuses:
the poets who died premature deaths
when the 2nd Republic was shortly founded
before **** Germany
and the Soviets made "us" buckle upon
a dream...
i walked into the necropolis
i heard voices from outside
i cowered
i rolled a cigarette
now i'm listening to some Chopin
and i have: literally nothing in common
with the multicultural ghetto and psy-punk
tendencies of the ruling alt
of the anglophone realm
it's so sinister:
i'm not already twice removed
in terms of immigration status:
no wonder this boy came from this ****-hole
to now elsewhere:
but it give me juice... oh so sweetest
and there's that sinister barking of the dogs
like my property is my own
this sinister barking of the dogs
and the dogs aren't sinister at all
just the facade...
like: should i be wanting to live in
Modern Japan or **** Germany?
i don't know: these pseudo-Luftwaffe:
linksgerichtet! linksgerichtet!
schnell! schnell!
achtung! achtung! bitte?
i no longer know or care
perhaps when we are to be resurrected with
the dogs barking...
i will summon less of this modernity
post-modernity pop and more
like how the SS-mensch come
the cinematic ordeal of bullet
the train available is settled
and we are we are we are:
oh: this cometh: viz?
this ancient ritualism of Rome?
and yet the biological strigent
like i don't mind sharing and raising a tent
with the glorified blessings from Nord Afro...
i just wonder:
my place in this world: is there...
a place... in accordance with being
and via being with the world
but there's none if all the artifacts are
music for the guided wound up muscle of
happy monkeys...
i'm a happy monkey:
aren't you why aren't you:
we are the albino sloth and sleuth...
the clock tick tocks
as i was walking out of the graveyard
\i thought iu spotted a rat
it turned out to be a hesdgehog...
hedgehog...
twice removed on immigration...
but the people just come as they want
and as they will
regardless of bureaucratic pressures
regardless
i'm so ******* CRUCIFIX obedience
for the sake of: nodding like a Buddhist
TRI-ASMA of ******* guillotined...
how can you help me when i am so sore
i ask for help there is none
i ask for none there is no and help
and you can't solve this conundrum
of a pain that's a numbing
you can't
i want to cry but i can't cry
so i preserve continuing this bogus
affair
and there's so much history
in the tongue written that will leave me
defaced
this language of coordinating ninja Mecca
cheap Pakistani "grace"...
i don't want to live in this Babylon...
it's almost as if God is
making it known:
that Lucifer will be Atlas...
i'm twice removed:
i thought it was a rat scuttling while i
was emerging from the necropolis
but instead i found a hedgehog
delightful creature:
mein nacht... alles ******-verrinrung...
komma! komma!
al heil beschwichtigen!
    NAWIARGOCKI SZYM: O PROSTO:
SZEJ SZEJ! GOWNO
TSY: i MAM~
                  it runs a careful caress of
wonder: this tick tick tick
the clock
by 5am i will forget and she will
tell me:
Puerto Rican: but you must remember...
***** this is nothing
to do with OTTO of the West Side
Story...
the... NECROPOLIS comes...
like a gigantic slug this monstrosity
of **** and mouth and teeth
either side...
i pity the tides that ripple the fate
of London...
i pity the ghetto fabric of London
i pity this focus on the Emblem on the Eye
of the Perceiving not the Perceived
Eye i feel so negligent
buying my grandmother flowers
how
how
how i am punished for probably seeing her
the last time...
how i am punished while so much fiddle and nuance
is beset before the ordaining for
the existence of god
but if not omni- litany of god exist
then at least there is but i...
and by i alone i am allowed
to give measure to distance and sensibility
and all that... jargon juice...
ah yes... here i reside: i am closest to perfecting
the anti-thesis of fire from clay
by being this desperately alone...
and alone:
practice this petty feud...

as rereading of poetry (my own) goes:
it would read:
well... at least his father would be French
and the Lion would return
to Rome from the island where he would
leave a chimera to play with the unicorn
upon the question of the seriousness
of lineage
and i gather: my own life has taken
a funny escapade of demands and focus
because i should have been driving
before i have been walking in this modern-ity...
but before the sacrifice of
for now this man belong to the world:
he is not a man of the world:
he is a man who belong to the world
i was whispering the name like a football
chant: ole! ole! ole!
maybe when i die there will be a Pope
from Africa but before that stage is set
Islam needs to learn a few lessons in history
and history hasn't been kind to Islam:
initially yes, perhaps yes...
but history hasn't been kind to Islam
but at least the remains of the dinosaurs
in blood and all those little Towers of Babylon
in Dubai that all the Pakistanis are talking
about when they talk about
those who erected them in modern slavery
via Bangladesh for a few of us to not break
a sweat...
although this is not reminiscent of what it could
be
that i must feel so tiny
i did say! i did say! i hate this part where i "think"
i'm right... i did say: a Frenchman or an Irishman!
and down below
from above on the Papal Seal:
the Fleur de Lys!
and i just like dancing a dance before time
before anything truly happens...
and it seems i still wonder how to take Chriatianity
seriously i still think about
militant christianity i started to think of the empires
of faith and indeed the nation-state has dwindled
but not in the way the classical anglophone world
knows it as strictly individualistic
monkey trained capital and the freedom march
of miserable women...
i think... oh to hell with it... i'm going to drink
to the pope's health!
i could never succumb to the North American
version with those bogus preachers
i suspect the one billion strong army
of Catholic souls will grow more so now that
like Judaism was opened to the Gentiles of Europe
now Catholicism will be open and become
inheritance tax on the juke of the father
and the miasma and mothers of virginity...
i might suspect a revival of Catholicism in America
if England is going to continue to presevre
that **** way of going about capitalism
and the crushing of the individual under multiculturalism
one way: but as long as the minorities get to
their conclave and their ghettos...
       i like being intuitively aligned to the times...
and now i distance myself from my writing
as i have no ***** Roman jokes
i'm not even going to gloat...
                      because i'm already killing with a kiss
the vampire of learning the theory test for my
driving test
and i'm passing all the time and i still need
to do those 30 hours within the confines of
the driving school and pass the internal test
and then i have to leave to do Wimbledon
and some concerts in the summer
and will have to return for like a week and do
the county, external exam...
                    so if the Indians are at it with the Pakistanis
then it's a reminder: a new bishop of Rome was
elected
or just prior
because i then think of orthodox Christianity
and that's so obscure after the intervention
of Islam
at least western Christianity had an idea and blossomed
while who is to say anything spectacular
about orthodox Christianity in its origins
in Syria and Greece and Ethiopia...
at bit like those cognitive tourists pseudo-poets
from America in the Beatnik brigade being humbled
by oriental thinking like all-is-nothing
like then go to the Chinese market
and sell dog and cluck and spark a conversation
about t.n.t. and Batman and HIVCORONA...
no fool you but at least i adhere to the instrument
that dictates to me...
before the altar of the name and the dates
the confines of the grave
the open air... in the necropolis...
it's not the Cathedral of St. Peter
but my little brick corner of the coliseum of mortality
and the grave is where i pity my little thoughts
and i pity my little thoughts
because that's where i trap my ego
my ineffectual ego in all its egoness or egoism
and i know that the voice in my mind
is mostly trapped Satan
and i don't mean a Satan of grandiosity Miltonian
my own personal ineffectual vegetable state
sATAN... the Atman or somewhere in between...
but from one shadow to another shadow
a key was passed
and i hope the world didn't think that
this institution would bend the knee
and simply give into the people and say:
a BLACK POPE! since an Latino pope just died...
i just hoped there would be true learning
in judgement
and sometimes if you can witness an Electoral...
it's better than living in a Democracy...
yes... like what used to happen in
the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth:
whereby only the nobles were given rights
to elect a new king of Poland and
the king was elected from the lesser kings in waiting
of other nations of Europe...
well... so much for living in a Democracy...
i much prefer living in the crab-bucket of
the secular pride and agony of the current spoof
and **** mustard licking non-budge:
if there's that Hill of Rome with the Shining Light
and that process is a Tier above Democracy...
i will sooner believe in that Process...
whereby the Informed Elect are given
EARNED rights to vote...
than giving anyone the ******* trickery of:
where no hand washes another hand
instead probably resorts to ******* or choking
another or sign-language
and the grey matter of politics without the clarity
of 20th century adventurers of the desports
like ****** like Mao like Stalin:
those SPEZZIALS... of the 20th century:
dwarfing the authority of Popes and obviously
the Kings are extinct... are going to be:
the last reserve for some bricks and mortar relegated
to England
while Whitechapel Whittle Ingsh'shleen land is
and is the stink of New Bombay...
because you might think because it's written in English
it's not half rotting Irish and i want to
go away...
but at least in that sort of Democracy i believe
the process... the pomp and measure and circumstance
i believe in the Democracy that Elected
the Pope...
i don't believe in the Democracy of the People
that Elects the President...
because effectually that's an Election of an Election
and when i tried to vote in England
i realized i couldn't because there was too much
blockage
and i gave up
also realizing that i wouldn't be voting
for the Prime Minister but my local Member of Parliament...
so England the the Vatican aligned
although the Vatican makes more sense
than England
England is **** ENGLAND is ****
i don't care what it believes by now it's delusional...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elect...
i don't believe in a Democracy
as some bogus "god" given or "ontological" ripe
way to prescribe how people organize themselves...
i don't believe in this American Democracy and
its subsequent clamor and itches...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elected
elected through duty and patience and perseverance
but to give a vote out just like that...
who could possibly believe in the western
notion of democracy
when that sort of democracy of anyone for anyone
i believe in strict rules i believe
in being informed...
kick a rock down the road and call it a disgruntled
mountain...
like the media that parasite of democracy
that is this beast...
thankfully the Lion has returned to Rome
from the marriage to a Unicorn in England
and i'll maybe i'll whoever will leave
a fake Lion a Chimera still wedded to that Unicorn
and perhaps the Lion will return to Rome
and what a great opening with Ave Maria and talk
of peace with a smile
because i too wonder what the stresses of
that position will bring but then you wonder
how resolute and Park-Ming-Son
   Jean-Pauli-zhe-Sek-Und woz...
                                and wow... these elections happen
with such spectacular precision children weep
and i'm lost in believing the western world
or any alternative is giving me enough
care to worry about the world to preserve itself...
i'm content:
i did whisper the name... leo... leo.... leo...
ah but with hindsight and knowing how the internet
works: charlatan! you want to be right!
not really...         i did predict a Frenchman of the throne
of st. Peter...
double whammy he also has H'American credentials!
ha! and there's me also applying for a Green Card
to ******* to Kauai... so... m'eh m'eh... BLAH!

i do wonder under how many years\the Greeks
spent under Islam
the Islam of the Turks an Asian variation
a Euroasian vision
go pleae give Australia give us a hug
because of AC/DC and Silverchair
and the BBQ "keyboard"

there i was thinking it would be a great
cover to drink
a little bit a little bit a little bit too much
in grandma's house
before the Black MAdonna MY Lady
peace before the Swedes took over
thje party....

Brastislau
Brelau
     Bronis'aw Brodorski
i ten ch'op ten obok:
ja ja! schnell schnell!
te oba! te dvaj!
daj daj daj~!

just enough poison with enough
touch
because i read Olson and Welles
and Pound:
this petty worth of imagery
and the lady from the hills...
to night adventure
into hopes of dreams
in the culprit with the huddling pigeons...
a return to 6am sunshine and walks
rather than sleeping in...

i like watching a football match
on the balcony
because the air is tight
and cold
and i'm living a plagiarism of Knausgaard's
life i am learning to drive
a car and my birthday is coming up
and i'm actually getting **** done
like talking to my fairy godmother
i don't think she knows
my life in Poland
she only only knows my life in England
and in English
she doesn't know that i live
a double life a double lie therefore
the truth
i think of god when i'm alone
and watching a football match
i was going to save that joint
for when i was planning to graduate
with a driving license i was going
to exchange on the black market
of the banana boat men
i was going to lead the catholic revival of England
i would make it my mission to convert
England back to Catholicism
and i would be there
like an Islam
in my Catholicism
i would have the Empires of the Incas
the Aztec
the Spanish Indians
not the English Indians
that Chimera Beast of the British Empire
it would be an Emblem
of a Unicorn and a Chimera:
not a Lion
and there i would put my green cross
on a flag of yellow
i admired the flags of imaginary countries
like the white and black PRussians
i would think about history
without looking at history books
i would be the only stoner in the village
the village Shaman
and this is res cogitans
going to bed with res cogitans
and therefore inflating geating ready
to put on dream armour and

become the Id...
66:30
PSG 1 : ARS 0
agg 2 - 0
and the t.v. is super down low
and grandma i'm only passing
through this couldron of witchy spells
i predicted an Irishman or a Frenchman
to be the next pope
i'm also covering the Election of the Pope
like i am youir fight against Islam
if there is Islam in England
then there is also Catholicism in England
and we are over a BILLION strong
let me flex my muscles
at the University of Warsaw

68:10 a missed pentalty by PSG
not a Spanish
not Americas
let Christianity return to Europe
where it was defended
please let it return to mediate
the English with the Norsemen and translate
to the Low Germans...
that became English
the SWABS and CWIK... some picture
i forgot to take when
walking thinking i'd memorising it
but there's also the Election of the Polish President
and i think i'm kinda patrtiotic in a way
i think the Pope died
when i came back to Poland
or no: that would be nice
but like a Catholic rat i scuttled back
and the media can be protestant
and Anglophile or whatever
the Universal B;lah blah
i'm the SHAMAN of the residence so many drunks
walked through these walls i sometimes
do wonder how my grandmother
streuggled through it
and she says it like a nun swearing
but today i was making custard
with my wife and daughter over the phone...

72:12

PSG 2 - ARsenral 0

lost on agg

****! i missed a gole! **** ****! too busy
thinking about god and nothing
and id est
cf.
est id ego?

            loot the womb come out empty
no brothers
no sisters
thinks his grandmother is a serial killer
or maybe High Priest
like the Mother in Dune
some temporal shift wavey lines
i mean a French Pope
a Pope **** Pope French
i've been biting my nails and
Ądam EwĘ
  
   tym kolem zamnkne i jak niby zapomne
to powiem z kresk'

   tam tak zastomne
zapowiem
pan zastepow
pan kazdy swej mowy
i tym diarkytyka
pan nad polaka: 'yd
no znaczy: 'yd:               Er                     Zet...


77:12
PSG 2 - Arsenal 1

     Ż i tak od litery do litery a' do Sokratesa:
i tak jakim tam tam
innym to Grek
i nie inny Pan s'owem
to te pierw szkice
a nie 'kice///

             tak bzu bzu bzu
i ten 'yd           i Egipt
i gYpt

i do remember quiet vividly that when i was in Russia
i was never allowed to turn on
the television to be fed state propaganda:
no chicken no cluck no breadcrumbs from the Tsar's
leftover table...
now... i find myself unable to consecrate thinking
with not thinking:
there's this neo-Cartesian impasse
when it comes to juggling
the trinity of the things that:
think, extend and are nothing...
              i like my calm neo-Cartesian model:
some assurance from mathematics and its
strict abidance to geometry... blah blah...
to the squint and octopus eyed ones nothing
more than a lazily attached Q to an A...
that whole Hebrew borrowed immigrant schtick
that seems exhausted in H'America...
like Hyat! Attention! Seigl! Achtung! Achtung!
words like custardo-******* pie-oh! yong-tung!
mmmiasma mmmiasma
the reality of the stiletto and the surrealism
of the elephant...
    how Debussy is someone who gave
piano a rhythm and melody
while there is no rhythm or melody in Chopin:
not shoe shoe my red wrinkling toe makes
gestures for imitating mouth
i said: CHOP a PIN
i didn't SHOE or otherwise...
i didn't say LIST i said LISHT...
why must it be so hard, otherwise: this otherwise
being now
just enough bread and ***** to
give enough creases to the bedsheets
of the demons wearing them
and my how tiny New York (Manhattan alone)
seems
i didn't see much of the "other" areas...
but in this little town where i currently
reside who knows how big anything is
or how anything small:
but a crusty bun with pumpkin seeds
and enough butter
and if my wife keeps reminding me that
she's 18 years older i
just don't know how that will make sense
but for all her ordained prowess to feel
so empowered
she's throwing at me these stones from the Vatican
and Mecca
and i'm not the one to be
a lunatic gesticulating praises in the middle
of the day when other sensible people
are in the marketplace selling vegetables
and spewing Roman squat...
but this Cartesian model... to fathom egoism
and egoism's retraction within the confines
of the RES VANUS was
always going to be missing when presented with
the grand God and Cogito
or... otherwise...
from the res cogitans and the res extensa
because even my sensible well adept godmother:
doctor etc. etc. might ask a question
while i was falling asleep:
because i wasn't
for her to scribble some forms
and that whole scenario played out
so broken: like a scrutiny of a paraphrase:
but so alone within the demands of glue and eyes
before the television
i fall asleep
to a searching screech and by due...
i'm not here to relax i'm here to learn to drive
an elephant after being given no allowance
to drive a bicycle after already walking...
after being allowed to pay the fair for a bus...
so... talk to monkey explore the parrot's circus act
but even modern pop is so modern i
tend to opt out than to pop us
as receiving the congested messages
of scheme...