who needs a giraffe
when you can **** a rhino?

elongated neck,
a smirk,
a take on being
the emblem of savvy...
the last of the worth
of 20 odd years...

jeff buckley:
before i hear your cry...
and i will hear
your cry: your *****!
you will cry! *****!
it's jeff buckley!
you will cry!

i don't want to,
but i will...
and i will because
i am not .i.am.
and because i...
want to & too...

i have more worth
of a heart,
yet i heave so much less
to incorporate
a tear to guarantee
be a bitten beat
of rhythm...
your:
my kiss my heart,
and the tooth nibbling
spare,
to be left in youth:
a promenade's worth
of a a spring's
and a promenade's
buckle scoop
for a squander...

     jeff buckley
would never become
a brandon lee..

          with such song on
the air, and with such ache,
dying...
   will be satiated by
an anaesthetic...
whereby:
  all of dying revolves
around the simpleton's quest
of the worded: just fine...

i am willing to die,
to have died,
with such tenderness
of a closure with
the gravity of
jeff buckley's:
hallelujah
of the mea culpa
             variant...

ha! no life prior
to 30 and not having listened
to miles davis' kind of blue...
as if i were
prior to learning
the concept of lounging
and billy the kid
experiecing the object of
sofa...
   and...

what comes within the confines
of... a "lost feather"...
and what is the "necessary"
base for script...

              and what is
the submerged feel
of tongue...
  and what is akin to it:
a broken wing...
and...
                the turmeric's worth
for the worth of:
sun begot slip,
and slip begot the baron
clot of hindsight
of a scraatching vinyl
on ice lord: loop.

i need both a lemon
and an orange, peeled,
for a sunset...
but to be given either,
as both,
to make resemble,
an equal clarity!

             how about...
i lose any and all
ambition to cherish
anything of worth and
anything at all to have
have been lost,
and synchronised
in being cherished too?

how about that?
am i, what deserves a p.s.
and only thus,
said and lost
and lost and said and better
forgotten...
and no rubric,
and certainly not the Beatles
and certainly no Evlis...

and you my cold Monday,
and you...
my lazy Sunday,
and you my: never a cure
the cure pop slash of song...

stranded sire,
of a sinking ship,
bound to an achor,
and weaving
waves to a wadering
wind
made tumult:
what could have
been a thought,
a soul,
a, a breath,
came as lightly as...
nothing more than
an elongated vowel
and the captured
elongation of a vowel
in a consonant:
AH...

            what was
to be a riddle...
became as simple as...

a...
        
                  sigh;

sighs do not allow themselves
to be congested by
a tomb...

       i: tow the debt of...
whispers without an
anonymous script of:
people who'd love to be
associated
with given: scrap 'o'
           cohen...

who is the www.poetryfoundation.org?
who is anyone,
who is:
the person with a head
for a shank of lamb
prior to the Edward crowned;
oven invitation only:
         supra to no ditto?

choc. chipped cookies:
and all that's
assured the conventional
terminology of
an Etonian, mess...

         me?

             what: ****'s worth
of ******* a ******?
do i look like some
English bourgeoisie?
      no!
                 i have hibernian
attaché "squirm"
              spots of minder
to "attempt" to gravitate from...
in Catholic,
as in:

      'eire and the paul's slack
& lack...

           fidgit: the LOAN TITO TEEN OH
'phbet...

scout the 'ed
& eer' 'n' oh...
                  to loan a sme'ck...
and rattled by 'eeve'
  to confine a:
Mr. to every Moun't'aey.

Stood amidst the doorway between the space and thyme,
I take a footstep forward but defaced I hit recline.
I splutter out some digits, but the fidgit spinning twine
weaves a sombre little shudder,
and the building says declined.

Button like eyes
Soft and furry..
Cute little thing..
Loved by all ,
My kitten is truly adorable.
Plays with paper *****..
pouncing and jumping.,
Scratching and screeching
Annoying at times,
Sleeps all day..
Plays all night..
Eats only fish chips..
Loves to fidgit..
Takes a mud-bath
Then licks itself clean.

rook to queen and knight
8
ate off of eight
and two popes speaking
and jazz in the background
and pizza and fanta
and the vanity of vanities
of Solomon
these marble tombs
that wriggle with worms
of skeletons
this myopia seen
O the Great Worm of Time
and in the static
stone the smiling moon
that we see objects not moving
yet great evil pervasive
sometimes invasive
this Grot Knot...
i invite demons to dance with me
i summon demo ns
and torture them for the word
of god...
does that mean i sometimes drink
to excess
and eat like a serpent?
yes... i do... i like to snooze after eating
i own two cats and they are
dictated by other, rules...
my currency of being avoidable:
meditating
to think i might feel immoral about an afternoon:
not a day:
an afternoon and i'm on holiday from my wife
and i just laughed at her
i just laughed at her
because she forgot who she is with
and i think her female "friends"
are trying to remind her
and there have been too many
invasive
the world is
to
there's-being
in my res extensa mode
not full on spastic mr fantastic
heidegger's autism type typo Germanic thinking
like there is Germanic thinking about
thinking in cages and there's the German
and i can't associate the plural:
because i think of the language
before i think of the people
an d in so doing:
i can actually think of any language:
before i think of the people
and i can see Senegal and only French:
French black *******...
hmm...
just saying...
i am... meditating
in my trance there is war and a trance
to go with it...
a transcendence parody...

this parody of the age
as if body dictates the youth of the mind
beyond comparison the fakery
of old age when prowessing the avid mind
you tell me this is not second observational point
acting
if popes can summon actors
is this not white magic
this is white magic
when popes summon actors
to tell them their story when
still living
i call this pristine white magic
and there has been plenty of black magic
i believe the Nazis were summoned
by Black Magic
and the Globalists are summoned by White Magic...
it's harmless unicorn *****
type of magic
when a man interacts AI woman: with...
in a trance i think it's day
my state better suited for the exploits of
the night
i think i am not a painter
because i'm too lazy
id rather be a poet-philosopher than
a post-poet painter
and that's because i want to be happily married
and give my wife headaches...
i want to head-ache: my wife...
i want to head ache my wife...
which is not blou
or blow
a technician and plumber more
a wife a headache
i want to head ache my wife
until i numb her ego to womb and i wriggle in
and she becomes a pilot of a robot
of which i am foetus and alien
impregnate at least her res extensa
i can be the con res cogitans in someoneelse's
res extensa as
the res incognito: pre tense AZ...
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
i have been repenting all day
thinking i was a waste of coordination
and sunsets...
i stressed that plural: because for me
at least one more to "comb"///

oh common frigid fridge and ubs=
substance of fidgit... i wonder about my sanity
in these trenches of high human economy of
feelings:
feelings are spending threats
thoughts are spending inhibitions...
feels are spending threats
while thoughts are spending inhibitions:
the basic 1st Tenet of Economics...
the 1st Barrier Basic(s)...