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chichee May 2019
I over-salt the cannelloni
again, you laugh and swallow
my tongue
It's an apple sky, crisp and sweet and something
to sink our teeth into-
the radio plays
something in four-beat
ba-dump ba-dump
Living room hearts.
Hope it made you smile
forgive me god: for looking for you... i'm here to retrieve me name from democracy! i'm not a god of democracy! no god ever existed enough: for long enough: in a democracy! gods don't exist in democracies! god's exist as mortals in the archetypes of Damocles' dangling swords! in my demons and my choir descended to talk: contra to me basing the structure of Homer's account of the Sirens! forgive me god for having asked for your existence as: proof: such atheistic regardless of your being: your beyond static argument... my St. Paul's analogy: forgive me god for you have to intervene in my life... such are the tides any my delusions of grandeur by the count and summary of i: not we: we have been summoned under the guise of the guide of I and of free will.. which We: Royally abject, refrain from commitment: this was the one time Heaven and Hell met on neutral grounds: and left with their respective Versailles proofs that peace is of no accordance with establishing a satisfactory closure to dualism. can i: at least, inscribe this pre-nupital onto you: i never thought you were the sort to replicate the gay angels ***** and Gomorrah: they were not cities: they were names of Angles... who were homosexuals who found the agony of Satan etc being all fetish prone for the daughters of men: abhorrent! ***** was an angel and Gomorrah was an angel and they were the first homosexual angels! who disbelieved in the Rebellion! from that simple culprit of pride: came man's awakening through shame... funny: almost: not so...

and that first masterpiece
was who's bullet
to the brains: my Heinz
baked beans:
my *******: Cannelloni!
no! not the pasta shape!
the french drench
why you ******* it democracy
for me and the banana
boat bread-dren... banana anna...
banana: anna:
Haricot: spasm...
i will tell Homer! about Odysseus'
sirens!
i'll tell them:
we almost had a dialogue
before the "interruption"
for as long as i can remember:
you in the plural
wy: not ty:
i was a gemini process:
but if the world allows
a Lucy Letby:

         why: not: tie...
what's missing?
a H and from ty: ie:
                   Y....
  YH...
           it begins in English: so weird:
whoever said this road
was an easy road:
it leads to nonsense:
who said i'm the devil?
did i ask
to ask:
to be further asked:
am i asking?
is question-worthiness a manner
of existence
given the matter...
at hand?

the darkness visible:
the myopia the miasma in the night
of nights: in sleep:
where we make light
an alchemy: wrong turn...
the darkness visible:
the myopia the miasma in the night
of nights: in sleep...
where we capture the light...
with dreams and:
to entrust our hopes to neglectful demons
but at least these labyrinths
ought to hold...
they ought to hold
enough mental gymnastics to be showcased
for another: 4 years later.

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