the sweetest thing - come over
got some wind to cool it down
i’ll have what you’re having, the sweetest thing.

swayer keep swayin’/lover keep loving’/player you player, don’t keep playin’.

the sweetest thing - come over
got some chill to calm you down
you’ll have what i’m giving, the sweetest thing.

swayer keep swayin’/lover keep lovin’/player you player, stop playin’ me.

the sweetest thing - come over
got some game to wear you down
we’ll get what we’re wantin’, the sweetest thing.

the sweetest thing, keep swain’
the sweetest thing, keep loving’
the sweetest thing, keep playin’, keep playin’

get nothin’

~rachael hays 17A15

i


more fusion of memory
reality and lost sadness
zzzz goes lily
well i cant like some see

to some apolyptic madness
this **** loves this moment
like debussys clare la lune
and chopin..

lily hits on the wine like
great kindness
elongates her blooming
spine..

man can start again..
women will have less pain
we might have learned something
she smiles you known..

all the answers..everything in us
the wine is..
wine was my downfall tst..
she blows a sweet kiss..

it gave me super powers
i was the intro to rachmaninhoff
piano concerto..
but i never thought of everything..

going kaput..

ii

somehow i was warm
not so alone
thirties are
tricky
one
with wine
the romans knew
a thing or two
but never went kaput..
in wine
there is idyl..
and wild
stamping hats
there is all the myths
not forgetting vertis
give me a tall beaker
of red and a brand fire
and the sky of all those poxy stars..
lily,i can´t concieve of nothing
we will not destroy us..

ii

and how much of the writing of existentialist
philosophers,
   namely their signature,
   the antithesis of a ditto-head -
the dittoing out, as it were, reveals so little
in questing for the pristine form
of metaphor?
            i see no metaphor in "said" writings...
thought, seen,
     but not exactly spoken...
                         i've been bothered by
their aesthetic for some time...
                       it's not an expression of
metaphor,
             to cite heidegger...
    the forms opposed to "devotion"...
what is that supposed to imply?
              the existentialist aesthetic of
their scripts, has nothing to do with
poetic nuance, a cryptology -
         a literally and a figuratively contrast...
based on the speed with which one
write a fluid sentence,
   and doesn't relegate himself to revisionism...
or apologetic(s) of ensuring
the crux of spelling,
   leaving an editor and proof reader
redundant...
                     what is this?
      this "                         "
  encapsulation?
                             at least the Irish knew
how to approach the printed example
of a dialogue in a novel, i.e.
- so
- so what?
- ergo, zis!
  
   counter?
   "i think that red dress looks nice on you",
she said,
   "thank you", came the reply...

   see the aesthetic superiority?
    bang bang bang...
water feature cascade
with beginning with hyphens...
james joyce understood this...

    because... why couldn't it be
an encapsulation within the confines
of: 'so i said so', he said...

        aren't people at all bothered
about how dialogue is transcribed from
theater manuscripts to a novel,
with the additional explanations of
two characters talking,
   the     "      !      ",  he said...
    with a "      ?      ", she replied....

      orthodox church chants of the monks...
ancient Teutonic chants...

  akin to to - but prior to -
the old school version of a search
engine...
  you've read a historical novel
in early through to late spring...
watched the movie adaptation
    by aleksander ford (1959) -
      
   and you start flicking through,
page by page, of a 754 page worth of a novel...
from the beginning, on the odd
occasion wetting your finger
to increase the page-turning speed...
and then you find"it"...
on page 533...
   and you've just spent twenty minutes
browsing the paper and embedded
ink...
  
         recalling the movie:
   well... the chronological adaption
is ****** up, it's at the beginning
of the movie?

what movie the henryk sienkiewicz"
adaptation of *krzyżacy
  (knights of the teutonic order)
became...

   a song...
   inscribed by walter von der vogeldweide
  (1170 - 1230) -
bi den rôsen -
    
bi den rôsen er wol mac
        tandaradei!
   merken wa mir'z houbet lac!
  tandaradei!

    (after the roses he will
    recogniße,
  where my head rested)...

or another song,
   never you might:
the airy-fairy take of poetry
to counter the novel...
  
much of a novel is bricklaying
by comparison,
myopic scheming of the paragraph...

poetry, becomes, focal,
in it becoming crutches for
novelists...
    novelists provide
the volume...
poets?
      the genesis, exodus,
and sometimes the in-between impetus...

wyszedł Niemiec z wielgim zyskiem,
     pogrzebli go z gołym pyskiem,
          hoc! hoc!

no... not ad hoc:
   but a wet snare jazz drumming
****** of tss...
   like imitation of an intimidating
snake, prior to the bite...
  tst... tss...
               hoc: as in: hop!
            doing the 'opak...
           given that i know how much
the english love, simply love...
to ensure H is a surd letter...
notably in Indian butter...
dhāl...

         but is this existential philosophy
aesthetic a case for disguising
monologue?
    or engaging in dialogue?
  there was never any (of the latter)
to begin with...
  point being...
          it's a quasi-stenographic tactic
to avoid a metaphor,
and delve into:
    misnomers -
      to aid... allowing a speed
of narration...
   no reworking, no editorial lax -
   fresh bagels...
                    
    i too will sometimes allocate a misnomer,
without "the brackets" -
and never intend for a metaphor...
    
    but if poetry has the concept
of metaphor,
  philosophy has to have the concept
of a misnomer...
   which, serves both definitions
on the bias of ambiguity...
     where poetry delves in image
conjuring -
say... an elephant's head
attached to a torso of a giraffe...
    philosophy delves into the more
obvious: so i "said"...

   when... in actual fact...
   all that was "said" was the clicking sound
of a laptop keyboard...
   a text appearing on a public
blank slate...
    and someone regurgitating the text
by, "thinking" it through,
right down to, encompass
the dotted line summary

.................................................................­....

gavin mcinnes:
english as standard.

   cato-wee-q'

           q': cue / queue
apostrophe

   "key"...

   i love playing
this game...
who's who
where's what?

   Q, q,
     is not subjected
to diacritical scrutiny,
given that it's
O, omicron...
with a fiddly bit,
Q, upper-case,
and a p "leg",
in the lower-case
format of"things",
i.e. q

repeat after me,
but i know you will not:
cato (yeah,
that roman philosopher)
vee(r)
                the R is
optional
                       c
                       t
                       s
                        e          'H

which basically implies...
the "xenophobe" populaces',
inherent bias,
translated into an "inability"
to, learn,
foreign, languages,
expecting, everyone,
to speak,
their nativistic / globalist,
language.

            sound about right...
no middle ground,
you either learn our language,
done that,
or you *******,
kevin spacey moment...
where am i supposed
to ******* to?
where those somalis came
from?

               i met you half-way...
what now?
a ******* hamburger fetish?
back "where":
that's also called
a deep-fried mars bar...

even "now":
it's now cato-vice,
or... cato-wee-qí (yes,
that's an acute iota,
a dot:
hovering over
a poιntless dιacrιtιcal
mιsuse of dιacrιtιcal
ιndιcators)...

               vy-ιce...
and that's not: vιa-ιce...
    sure as shιt ιt's not:
vιce...
      do, "you",
really need ιt?
    what?
   those dots, halo-hoverιng
above eιther I or J
ιn lower-case?

   where's 1? l, or I?
                     one, el, ιota?
to make "comparιsons"?
         seems ι came after
a beast that owned only
two heads...
and now: a hydra...

cato-v-"tst"eh...
    ι
ι      ι
    ι               ι
ι ι               ι      ι

i never asked to be taught
this language,
in order to integrate,
but,
having to bypass the natives,
and the quasi-natives,
to achieve
the lingua franca status
of the english language?

c and ć
   cierpki
     is as much
when...
you chop the "head" off the iota...
                 ćιerpki...

there's a difference between
being mad / angry,
and an outright circumstance
of expressing pedantry...
to counter, per se,

why would a language employ
easily nullified diacritical markers,
when, in point of fact,
they do not indicate
anything of use?

        maybe this is what
Heidegger talked about,
when something becomes
question-worthy,
the question instigator needs
to feed into a fear...
   perhaps that,
or perhaps that i'm drinking,
and i haven't eaten anything
within the confines of the past
24 hours...

then again, maybe i'm a walking
abortion,
      a "man-child",

lucky Jesus, lived to be only 33,
maybe i succumbed
to never being bored...
   maybe there's that,
replacing a concern for vinyl
with a contempt for video games...
or just the general
circumstance of being
   subjected to the question:
what is wrong with you?
culminating in this,
variant of, a claimed expression?

problem is...
     "problem",
or something alligned to
e. e. cummings...
   punctuation markers?

              mea culpa,
mea culpa, mea culpa....
mea culpa...
  and who, ever said,
there's nothing wrong,
with the person,
who asked you:
what's wrong with you?(?)

logic desires consitency,
even if the consitency
is credibly deemed
                     hypocritical.