My thoughts turn to food
Barbecued ribs
And then and then
The black keyboard white letters
A pen in the mouth
People outside walk to work
Feet tap to music
A pen in the mouth
There are words that have never been uttered
Words without meaning
This is my purpose
Because it is an easy one
Blank! Blank! Blank!
The soul always desperate to spank
Caggle *** loude
Cankle *** louder
Why go on?

Electromagnetism
Electricity and magnetism
Shoelaces that are just to **** long
And drag across the ground
Even when they are tied
They are essentially useless

In 1938 a Japanese woman who does not yet know the name of her new husband is ***** violently on her wedding night. In 500 BC a roman emperor orders a feast of fifteen cows and thirty swine, he drinks too much wine and gets sick in the middle of a double ******* by a Nubian slave and a plump Egyptian delegate.

Everything is just so been done

"Do you have the time?"
"It's a quarter past seven"
"My house is on fire"

Wish I was Daniil
Writing absurd poetry
But I am not him

Wrote her a haiku
It was a bad idea
Did it anyway

~ Daniil Andreev

The predawn breeze caresses eternally sacred stones.
The muezzin raises his hands, ready to chant the adhan
over somber Galilee, where time quietly flows
through Cana's and Bethlehem's ashes. He calls: "Allah-il-Allah".

Like a rose mirage, Damascus groves and temples
will shimmer. Chador-clad women bead gems, never in rush.
The breeze blows now and then, and waves gently bring their favors;
the summoning trumpets of Angel, Lion, and Eagle are hushed.

Yet, fishing nets remain wistful, just as when the Lamb was slain;
the Crusaders' coffins slumber, steeped in cedar and myrrh.
And crowds of motley supplicants time and time again
will scurry to His Sepulcher from different ends of the earth.

i'm a light: seeker:
not a light giver:
i'm not illuminating
i am: the negation of what:
well if pride is a junction
to give renegades a purpose
to exalt
a former stature of...

disbelief: questioning:
the self and the "self"
is not, "something":
question-worthy:
there is no question-worthiness
encompassing the self:
the self is a fleeting:
matter of fact no fact some
matter of concern...

i eat light:
i seek it:
i will ensure that stars behave
antagonistically
and not by constellation
rigid concern:
i will have renegade stars
transverse the sky
and make me believe that:
well... a flat earth...
a "flat earth" is better for
nautical geography reading:
of: by sail and oar and ship
somewhere: in the in-between...

lazy *** African chimps
sexed up
and the crazy whitey i really have
no concern for progeny...
besides:
all these choir boys have
crescendo ******* but no *****
while i'm all baritone
with a **** and no *****...
so: guess the Judas and the Gambit...

i just watch these generic ethnic exchanges...
botox lips and blah
like toddlers are generic: looking:
old people are generic: looking:
Barbie doll imitation: generic: looking...
for a moment i almost
found the allure of finding love
something desired not inhibited
given the animation of cinema
with the film: ABOUT TIME (2013)...

but then i'm sniffing at my mother and father
enjoying Tequila and watching:
ZNACHOR: the quack: of no relevance
to geese: or goosestepping...
but the beak of an eagle
beside the point...
    KNIADŹ...

                    this love affair of: well hey presto
i'm about to meet a vampire of a girlfriend
at an art gallery with her grandmother
to play the matchmaker:
what was that?
you in a summer dress: Wickert?
no... Sickert...
             like no: how one does one do of / for
me or for either: you?

to no recurring theme:
audacity of words my own  ocnjuring
unlike a sobering Kantian reminder
that before
god and nothing there
was the instilled fake 1 + 1 = 2...
because:
hmm...
I + I = Z

     a priori analytical: not synthetic?
mathematics
so obficulating:
             obfisculating:
apparently i paint walls and telepathically
shift furniture:
high as a kite:
i smoke 3.5 grams over a month
while all the Jamaicans Mamas smoke that much
in a day...
lucky, *******, me...

1 + 1 = 2
so addition is the equivalent of
compounding nouns
while verbs are best associated
with multiplication
while division is given
the adverbs
with the minus calls of prepositions?

i am baron of flesh and
a weak: sensible mind...
i gather nibbles
of information:
i said the German police wanted
the English fans to smoke marijuana
rather than drink beer...
i blacked out last night
i blacked out last night...
i blacked out last night...
which is better than a hangover...
implies i'm self-aware
no longer question-worthy:
i'm undisputed in terms of consciousness
with the Arabs...

my lover would tell me:
not enough Protein honey-bean:
i hate her sweet American accent:
i ******* hate that
i have an American girlfriend...
i just laughed at her ******* PR resident
somehow
i don't understand Russophobia
when Islamophobia is being staged..
Daniil Medvedev:
tennis is the prized coupling
of Sport Contra Religion
and the wry SMILE...

i blacked out...
it's the most classy sport: out?
no i mean: how people are organized....
it's not like football or rugby...
class....
taste: aesthetic...
some people just never relieve themselves
on the concept of EXPERTISE
EXPERT_TEASE...
jeez jellbee belly button blues Reyla
come on! belly button!
i'll make a trumpet out of it
blowing hot kisses into it!

crab dance before the piano:
i'm no Chopin...
i can't conjure sounds of knowledge
with letters and numbers:
there's one angel:
the wander: of wand and wonder:
the chief: not chef:
the Prokofiev the Beethoven
the Messiah:
Jesus was no Moses was no Muhammad
was no War of Love
Lord:
just a Palestinian Human Shield
not a Jew!

i blacked out and i know how the fridge
looks rearranged across
Jupiter: Backgammon:
this strategy of Asiatic Slavic shaming:
SHEM...
HA...

            because i'm the worst sort of imitation
father this girl will ever
receive:
why do prostitutes keep calling me?
why do prostitutes keep calling me?
Khedra and Aloyse...
maybe Aloyse...
           maybe i am dragon and serpent
and a limp **** limp foot i
don't know: i want to know...
my eyes are burning
with the world of status quos
somehow: bewilderingly:           STUPID...
A-L'OH-EASE: ALOYSE..
how i write then how i say it...
stupid Swiftie thought
had this poet covered:

yes and if i were giving higher stature
as JOURNALIST...
poet v journalist...
hmm: get money for being literate:
hmm...
seems a shame to waste by watering
down with self-conglaturation...

the heavenly seeking
teenager girl peering eyes...
DISCO ******* LEGO
i've seen those eyes before:
they were mine:
a long time ago:

maybe humanity needs SLEEPERS...
gods...
demons...
geniuses: i think that a genius is a terrible
waste of the intellect:
a genius is intellect and self
never attested as: intellect is a
a faculty: a function: self-compounding...
self-complexing:
self-avoiding:
self-construc­ting:

                i am a light seeker sleeper...
what happened at Golgotha says
in Las Vegas... savvy?
ship in the desert:
supposedly no other adjective: wind...
WIATR!

         WIND:n it blew one minute: died the next.