may i too see the exponential
splint ering of a tree
into branches with the foremost
awareness of the tetragrammaton
as keenly as i swore to recount
the stump made into duo
of alveoli made exampling
and thereby exponential to a gratifying
mystery of the unsolvable y (pin-point,
your self - and as many girls
in the green Ukraine as those absolving rites to
a marriage, beyond? then i too eager claimant
of a bachelor status! i too the stature of exampling
the bachelor status and hopes of polygamy
for the beggar women who can't be left
bereft of materialism of any kind
since the dog, since the dog, since the leash).

I’ll be exampling what happen
I’ll tell until I figure out when
Or understand the between of here and where
Or until I know what you’re actually asking?
I’ll be exampling what happen
Until I remember what happen, then.

she said,
well she didn't say she had
money,
two apartments in st. petersburg
and a mansion in novosibirsk,
getting an education
in scotland... foreign
exchange rates...
i faked the relationship,
she faked taking anti-contraceptive
pills, wished me dead, asked me to be dead...
when i went back she said a funny morbid
choke... sorry, joke: i have no money...
i never wanted it anyway,
i was given a silver spoon at our engagement
ceremony... straight up my *** it went,
never came back... didn't give parliamentary
speeches after that incident though...
she gave back her engagement ring
and just said... you go live back with your parents...
reality is, most people my age can't afford
any other accommodation these days...
she said, you go back and leave me...
you'll never grow up, you'll always remain
a child... because she was a big grown up
with wealth... but she forgot to mention
being a child also meant being an artist
an freaking people out warming up to the
number of examples easily provided
and the lack of numbers of exampling not provided
to the easiest transition of 20th century
ailments (national socialism) into 21st century
ailments provided not worth citation,
because harming memorising something of
more personal content.

ocean waves moved,
motion with moods of the wind,
exampling emotions beneath the dust of past,

coarse sand evoked poignant presence,
like the babbler among the quiet,
quick to know but fast to forget,

crashes casually calmed,
broken forms fallen into foam,
distilling between a silent, dual partnership,

cascading hues of purple and tangerine,
a canvas painting leading into infinite of today,
blended hints tomorrow should never come,

the parent of such art,
dried streams lain below now closed eyes,
smells of the air tranquilized pain in loss…

as the fold of her memory hugged his mind.