_ ______ 11 Light? On July 7, John Fox News Channel 2 is bigger than the seven big UK election officials. Nero, in 1980, some members of the military and the army go to what was written with guns. Military training. Erasmus, Rotterdam, Roger's Businesses lost tonight. I live in Kenya. New information on July 7th and July 8th. 7th, Thursday is dedicated to the children of the people every day on July 11th. This was a Jew. Two containers with water in front of God. August 8 Erasmus Rotterdam July 7 _ _ _ * Evenson Marcus' Thebes study July 7 and September 2, the test group, July 7 and April 8, 777 St. Julian emperor , Kenya Second World War, olive oil JuliãoLas van Erasmus No. 7, I would like to say, I will say that it is your time, you are talking: It is not a figure of 6, so Will not I cast? What will be done in the last of July 7, July 7, July 7, Julius Caesar, Rotterdam (Rotterdam) July 7, Julius market, nurse, Alice, wind fish) What? Kenyan style forms the stage of the world - 1000 fires and women sold $10,000 at $10,000 with the help of a high yellow head at the end of the fear of others. _______ 11 light? July 7, John Fox News Channel 2 greater than 7 Big UK election director. Nero, the 1980s, some of the rifles go to the army and to the army goes a written statement. The military training. Erasmus Rotterdam Roger's business uses tonight. I live in Kenya. July 7, July 8 new information. Children 7 to 11 people every day and Thursday in July. The promoter, Alice says. This was a Jew. Two buckets of water in front of God. August 8 Erasmus Rotterdam on July 7, _ _ _ _ * Epson Marcus's crowning research; September July 7 & 2, the test group ;July 7 and 8 April, 777 St. Julian, Emperor 80 to 80 for the doctor Osulin in July; Erasmus of Rotterdam in the forests of Rotterdam, longing for Kenya the second world war, olive oil Julian Las van Erasmus No. 7, I want to, I say to everyone is done, hour, that speak ye: for: for they were not _ did not drive out the number 6? July 7, July 7, the anger, July 7 (Julius Caesar in Rotterdam (Rotterdam) July 7, Julius fish market nurse, Alice's air) What happened? 1000 is a fire, women and sold lost $100 to $10,000 with the help of yellow hair on the high end of fear of anybody - Kenyan Style mold behind the world scene. ______ 11 light? July 7, John Fox News Channel 2 greater than 7 Big UK election director. Nero in 1980, some members of the army and the army goes to gun-written. The military training. Erasmus Rotterdam R. business uses tonight. I live in Kenya. July 7, July 8 new information. 7, Jupiter and is dedicated to the people, every day, on 11 July Promoter: Alice says. This was a Jew. Two containers with water in the presence of God. August 8 Erasmus Rotterdam on July 7, _ _ _ _ * Epson Marcus research Thebes; July 2 to August 7, the test group, July 7 and 8 April, St. Julian, the Emperor's doctor Osulin 80-777 to 80 in July, Erasmus, the forests, hoping to Kenya the second world war, olive oil Julião Las van Erasmus No. 7, I want to thing I do is that all the things which happened on the hour, that speak ye: for it is the number of the 6 _ _ I went to his justices and I have not put them away? July 7, July 7, July 7, at the rage (Julius Caesar's Commentaries Two Rotterdam (Rotterdam) July 7 Julius fish in the market, the nurse, Alice air) What is it? 1000 afire and women lost $100 sold for $10,000 with the help of yellow head into the deep end and fear - Kenyan style molds the world stage.

_ ______ 11 Light? On July 7, John Fox News broadcast two channels in seven US elections. In the 1980s, Nero and Nero's weapons were discovered. A night break can be light. Erasmus' Rotterdam is a symptom. This information came from Kenya on 7, 8 and 11 July. The decision was made by Juliette. He was a Jew. Give water to both drugs. On July 5 and 8 in Alexandria, April 7, Julia Caesar (Julia Caesar) marked the second world war on July 7, at 7.77 dollars. Erasmus' Rotterdam participates in different forms. July 7, July 7, July 7 César Roter idēmi On July 7, I will write the example of John Fisher's energy improvement with John Fisher late sentence. Paper, pen, accessories or the like. Write a letter by writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing and writing. Write letters, contacts, contacts, emails, letters, sentences (words and work) by writing to Alessandro. I do not know how to do it. You can delete the same words, songs, pictures, thoughts, words, lessons and lessons. The details follow each Ethernet address from the previous file. I did not need a licensed doctor. We agree with this agreement. July 7, president of John Foxx of the News 7-2 Nero in the 1980s, the 3rd Supreme Court, and in the blood. This company is a third party. The Erasmus program in Rotterdam is organized for this day. I live in Kenya. The new information starts on July 7th and 8th. The author, Alex Jupiter, was arrested on 11 July. He is Jewish, Giver of water to both drugs. August 8 - Erasmus, Erasmus April 7th   Epson participated in the sleep test group. Rotary settled on April 2 7 7 7 7 1 World War 1 July 7 and 7 and July 7 Saturday Julia Julia Olson July 7 Market Day (Market Comment Julius · Caesar 2 Rotterdam, Fish Market, Julia, etc.) We sold 10 dollars. The best bikini with thousands of whistles. Fire? The British legislative elections in the United Kingdom are called the John Fox News war (7) which influenced the city in the 1980s. 1 ... Eritrea, Rotterdam, Kenya July 8th July Alice speaks. The music is every day on July 7th. Jupiter is July this month. He is Jewish Give water to both drugs. Erasmus Rotterdam (Erasmus Rotterdam) 7 September 2000 ___ Epson also participated in this research. 7 July, 2 July 7 July, 8 April, Dieter 80, 80, 77 July World War I in Kenya, Dr. Erasmus Rotterdam Julia 7 July, 7 May in Alice An insurance? Kenya has a world economic level, women overheat, yellow-yellow signals continue for more than 1000 years.

A warning about your strength to perform this one. A glass of wine is in demand. To write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write. School, telephone number, name and surname and telephone number (or surname) and memory. I do not know. The school system continues. Help flights between files. From a lawyer. We, however, all these things. 72 July 80 pm 09:07 and 19:01 Nero; John Fox News, and the third verdict 1. an annoying warning. This one at night, and I have to drink, and I'm drunk. To write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write. School, telephone number, name and surname and telephone number (or surname) and memory. I do not know. However, children do not have the same opportunities. Help flights between files. From a lawyer. We, however, all these things. September 7 21:07 Nero 7 to the rest of the third message, John wants and the referees 1. The chairman may also have many blodsutgjutningar. Rotter necessary changes in the company program. Please, go to Kenya. April 7 and July 8. Alex and mayor, 7, 11, and then leave. Walter and water - January 8 - Erasmus, Erasmus _ * 3 steps. 3 3 4 5 6 7 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 John Fox, journalist, news, Federal Communications Officer World, 99 (Julius Caesar, government and other rotating equipment 2). 5) 1, Washington agreed to act as a network of insurance companies in Washington. Serbia, Sydney, Rotterdam, Kenya, 8 April, Alicja. 7, 7 in the sun. On September 2, 2000, the changes affected the system operation on that day. Please, go to Kenya. 7 And Alex is bigger than 8, 7, 11 July and more. Walter and water - December 8 - Erasmus, Erasmus _ _ * 7 IPSANAN Consulting. 1 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 Julius Caesar (Julius Caesar 2, another runner, merchant and other military) up to $ x. British designers John Fox, Fox News 80 80 (7) 1, a Dutch calm conference. Serbia, Sydney, Rotterdam, Kenya, 8 April, Alicja. July 7, September 7, 2000. Asia: ____ and two massages Comments: Good support Laden (Erasmus) will provide space and seven research institutes. July 07 July 07 July July July July 08.07.88 Julia Julia Erasmus Rotterdam, 7 March 07 March and 7 July? Kenya has a serious life in a million women around the world. _ ____? Foxe John News, July 7 (New York) announced elections to the American elections. 9 months and 9 Nero, Jan / paid. You can enjoy the night. Rotterdam, that's all. This information may be in Kenya on July 7, July 8 and July 12. This is Jud. 7 April and 7 April 7.77. War July 8 July World 2 was released (Caesar). Erasmus Rotterdam supports society within its framework. July 1, January 1, January 1, January. Hailu also signed Smith. In other words, there is no change in a hot, hot and warm leader. You must provide a wine registration form even at night. To write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write. School, telephone number, name and surname and telephone number (or surname) and memory. I do not know. Now the boy's education. Help flights between files. From a lawyer. We, however, all these things. July 9 has good news: 7-2 deeply informed. John Fox News and the third of the judges. Programmers of the Senate 1. Chairman of the Supervisory Board. Awning for a change. Please, go to Kenya. April 7 and July 8. Mercury Alex, 7, 11 and more. Walter and water - January 8 - Erasmus, Erasmus * 3 steps. 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 7 July (2 June) and fiercely try to sell $ x through the television system. Representative John Wills British developer and honest, 99 (5), and snow in Washington to the network. Serbia, Sydney, Rotterdam, Kenya, 8 April, Alicja. Sunday 7 May. July 2000 Asia: ___ and two massages. Erde (Erasmus) provides space for seven research activities. July 7 to July 8, July 1, 80 Italian, Kenya, Julia's Power peak warning. The exploration appears in the same heart's night ušes of wine; Write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write. School, phone number, phone number written name (name or words) and memory. I do not know. At the same song, ideas and access to education. Help air traffic between files. He is a lawyer. We have all these things. July 7 80 9 7 1 7-2 Nero, John Fox News, Third Force Blood Our President and Judges 1. It is important for the team. Changes to the Rotary demanded Mathilda's HOUSE program today. Please live in Kenya. July 7th and July 8th. Alex Mercury on May 7, 11th, and continues. Walter and Water - August 8 - Escaped from Erasmus, Erasmus _ * 7 IPSANane Test Panel. Return 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 1 The earthquake was started on Sunday, July 7 7 7 7 July 7th July 7. Your purchase (2 Julius Caesar in Rotterdam and other sellers, dealers, Julia) sold for $ x is a barrier to the state . Run British designer John Fox News City 99 80 (7) 1, Dutch communication network ice planning. January, Sydney, Rotterdam, Kenya, April 8, Alice. May 7th, 7th day, the sun. July-September 2000 ____ Walter and Water Irrigation Two Comments Rotterdam (Erasmus) provides access to seven research processes. July 7, July 2, July 7, 8, 80, 80, Kenya, Restaurants and Julia Julia 77 Erasmus Rotterdam July 7, April and May 7? Kenya is one of the more than 1,000 women's side effects of globalization.

1[            ]. 1[0] Lucenia? July 8, Government, July 7, July 7, Einstein, Julius main actions. Fox News The second director of the Jewish community. Here's a small amount of gold for ammunition, 80 soldiers and special features of military training. It's sick. Military training and military equipment are best Late. I have money, Erasmus, I have money, Julius Cesar in Rotterdam. Are you living in Kenya? August 8, New Information on July 7. 7. There are 7 points per day for children in September and Oct. New images of cities and fish are important. Alice is a expert, director of sports, horses, dogs, Jews and glory. Would you like to wear boots in a bag? What's happening in my mind? The difference of my daughter is bright around the lights, seeds and hair. I know they're all about colored skin, and that's hard. God is important to him. Please keep it slowly in boxes. Late. Why do adults send mail at the end of April 8? In fact, I know there's a problem. I like money. Erasmus and Julius Kaiser Rotterdam researchers. Are you living in Kenya? April 8? Posted on 7 July. The problem is a seven-day experience for a young man in September. God of Julius Epstein. What do you know about themes, themes, dogs, Jews, Tomorrow? I think it's not yours. My friend is the reason for light. God's Word is his weapon. Make safe applications. He is a military and that the world is selling rocks. M-Photo describes a negative device at her birthplace. Military and lifestyle. Rukenia? The eulogy of olive oil is September 10th and 8th August. Do not forget the biggest people in Julia. Erasmus Research in Rotterdam [11] Lucenia? July 8, July 7, July 7, Einstein's first job and Galileo. 80 military and military. It is all healed. There are 80 companies located between Rotterdam and Rotterdam. April 8? Jul 777. Between Julian Alice is the writer, singer, director, soul, horse, dog, Jew, glory. Would you like to wear a Dress Dress? What's happening in my mind? I call. At the end of April 8, adults grow up. Repair for light, seeds, hair. I like money. I like money. Are you living in Kenya on the first day of the first day? Rotterdam Erasmus Exploring Julius Kaiser Is you living in Kenya in October? Jul 7 This is a song for horses, horses, horses, dogs, people, people who are safe. She is your friend I have a friend with brightness, seeds, children. Check World War and Golds. The high mountains He is mighty and one man. Rukenia? The eulogy of olive oil is September 10th and 8th August. Do not forget that the biggest people in Julia. Erasmus question from Rotasdam asked. [11 |0] Lucenia? July 8, Government, July 7, July 7, Einstein and Julius. Fox News The second director of the Jewish Jewish community. Here's a small amount of gold for ammunition. 80 soldiers and specialized military battles. It's sick. Military training and military equipment are best. Later I will have money, Erasmus, I have money now, I have money, I left no money in Julius Cesar's Rotterdam apartment. Are you living in Kenya? April 8? Posted on 7 July. 7. There are seven days for children in September and September's New images of cities and fish are important. Julius Alice is a writer, nurse, file, speed, horse, dog, Jew, and glory. Would you like to wear your white Hunter boots in a bag? What's happening in my mind? The difference of my daughter is bright by light, seeds and hair. So they forget everything about colored skin; yellow, damaged. God is important to him. Please keep it slowly in boxes. Late. Why did the old man send a message at the end of April 8? In fact, I know there's a problem. I like money. Erasmus, Julius Kaiser's Rotterdam researchers. Are you living in Kenya? April 8? Posted on 7 July. Problems in seven days' experience in September as Assistant to Julius Epstein. What do you think about stories, themes, dogs, Jews, tomorrow? I think these are not her words. My friend is a source of light. God's Word is his weapon. Setting up safe applications, it has a war and space that sells gold and M-Theory photographs of art photography.

MONKEY IN A RED FEZ DANCING TO ABBA

I watch the children play
on a sunny Sunday in Rotterdam

like a stereotypical alien
studying humans.

Their cries rise and fall
like seagulls as they swing

sea-sawing or blurring into one
on a brightly coloured turnstile.

A man looking
like a badly drawn cartoon

turns the handle slowly  of
a broken down barrel *****.

A monkey in a red fez
dances on the end of a chain.

The barrel ***** spews out
everything from Abba to Franz Lehar.


The decrepit old man
and even more decrepit monkey

appear as if they have
stepped out of another century.

I am far from home.
The day is dying.

I read from my battered book
Hamsun's HUNGER.

It's lurid cover torn
half hanging on/off.

The park deserted now
as night steals its colours.

The last words of
of this the final chapter

are lost to me
swallowed by the dark.

The barrel ***** peersists
the soundtrack to some forgotten film

The monkey red fez
fallen at its feet.

The monkey blissfully
asleep.

The music caught
entangled in branches and  leaves.

I watch the yellow lights
blossom one by one

a silhouette of houses
like a stage set.


Houses like cut-out silhouettes
a stage set.

The last lines revealed
under a passing  lamp

"...where the windows shone so
brightly in every home..."

I laugh at such
a coincidence.

Leave the book on the bench
for some other me

to discover
when the sun comes up.

And return
to my space ship.

When two people are meant for each other
No distance is too far
No time is too long*

I think these sentences are according to us

When you were in Enschede
I had never thought of leaving you
Never
Even though we were not a couple at the time

'Cause
I have feelings for you since the first moment I saw you
And love is blind as you know

I remember my holiday in Spain
We talked and texted all the time
Suddenly, you felt really bad about your choice to move on to Enschede
There was nothing I could do for you
'Cause you were there in Enschede and I couldn't visit you
That made me feel so miserable

When I came back from my holiday this all had changed
You left Enschede for Rotterdam
I had never expected that you were going to study here
Oh I was so incredibly happy

We are one month further now
I know you still have your doubts sometimes
But remember that I will always be there for you

You have control. Ask, write, write, write, write, write. Home name, phone number, first name and last name, phone number, family name (or name) and one memory. I do not know. The program will continue the game. Tomorrow to upload the files. From lawyer. All of these functions. July 7, 2007 Jul 19, 9, 19; 1 Nero John Fox News and his third party information - 1. Fear of attack. Not to work at night, I'm not happy. Writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing. Home name, phone number, first name and last name, phone number, family name (or name) and one memory. I do not know. However, there is nothing else. Tomorrow to upload the files. From lawyer. All of these functions. At Nero 7 pm and 9-mail 1 John, President, most people must decide Blodsutgjutingar 7-9 Jul 7. To change the campaign. I like Kenya. July 8, 7, 7, 11, for the purpose; And Alex is independent. Walter and the water - January 8 - Erasmus Erasmus - three degrees. 3 3 4 5 6 7 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 John Fox, journalist news, news, communications, decided to work with Federal 99 (Julius Caesar, government and other OS 2 support) 5, Washington Broadband Corporation and the firm guarantees the future. Cyprus, Sydney, Rotterdam, Kenya, Monday, April 8, Alice. 7 7. On September 2, 2000, this device will be back in the day. I like Kenya. Alex was 7, 8, 7, 11 and at least seven years old. Walter and Water - August 8 - Erasmus, Erasmus - 7, IPINAN. 1 10 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 $ Julius Caesar (Julius Caesar 2, other marine champions, spring and other parts). English, John Fox, Fox Fox 80 80 (7) 1, Dutch Dutch conference on peace. Cyprus, Sydney, Rotterdam, Kenya, Monday, April 8, Alice. July 7, 2000 Asia - Support and Erasmus University support and seven research centers. Jul 7 July 7 08.07.88 Julius Erasmus Roet April Fourth, April, April, 7th, 7 days? Kenya has arrested millions of women worldwide. _? Fox, John News, July 7 (New York) - announces the US election. September 9th. You can enjoy the clock even until evening. During rotter, that may be. This information may be on July 7, 12, July 12 Judith Kenya. 7.77 April 7 and April 8 July 7. Days after the war ended (Caesar). Rotterdam Erasmus program in adulthood. July 1, July 1, July 1. In other words, there is no difference between deep science and fire. The application form of wine. Writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing. Home name, phone number, first name and last name, phone number, family name (or name) and one memory. I do not know. Children now have school. Tomorrow to upload the files. From lawyer. All of these functions. Jul 9: Good News: 7-2 High. Number of Judges News and John Foxx. 1. Members and do the work. Changes. I like Kenya. 7th and 8 July at Wireless Alex Walter and water for 7, 11 - Eight 8 - Erasmus, Erasmus in the third year. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 4 10 is the most expensive weapon available for sale. John's representatives liked a good relationship with Washington, Washington, 600, 99 (5). Cyprus, Sydney, Rotterdam, Kenya, Monday, April 8, Alice. July 7, 2000 2. Brade (Erasmus) provided seven research and seven trucks. July 7 - July 8, 80, Italy, Kenya, Julia is short of the song. Check to check the oral oil at the same time in the evening. Writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing. School, phone number, name, and phone number (or name) and a memory. I do not know. Such age, ideas, education. Helps air traffic on black soccer. The business, even you, did all these things. Jul 80: 7-2 1 9 7 7 Nero, John Fox News, 3, 1. President of Healing of a Vehicles. Now it is a question from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology that defines the Menthol tractor's method. Please stay in Kenya. · April 7 7 July 8. Walter and Water Continue on Wednesday, November 5 - December 8 - Evans Erasmus, Erasmus IPSA NAN Weight 7.7 7 7 7 7 1 1 Internet devices.

in suburbia there are no dogs
only knuckle sandwiches and unclean litter-boxes
the mailman comes every day at two
only to keep on going
once there was lemonade stands and yard sales
now piling junk and rotting fruit
we stack all the flat bicycle tires up and climb to the sun
only to fall back down again
sometimes we can smell the stench from the landfill 4 hours from here
or two minutes - depending on how you get there
everyone has a car
nobody has a jack-o-lantern
anymore
the grass is starting to get tired of eternity
"i never signed up for this" they say
the windowsills are planes of dirt
<4, 2>
ladybug carcass heading to rotterdam
i think the sun burned all the stars away
the snow that used to fall now sinks into the ground
listen close to hear the drab hum of the political gurus speaking in tongues
exponential growth, i think
from nowhere to somewhere to nowhere in ten seconds flat
paperboys, sandbuckets, travelling salesman
telescopes, watering cans, wagon wheels
nannies, idle time, hide and seek

now everyone's got something important to say
but not to the gods
only to heaven

maybe there are dogs in suburbia
but that's all there is
anymore

The spirit
of Erasmus
of Rotterdam
still does
and always
will
thrive
in me.

This isn't about love.
There's no point in romanticising me living on a couch.
Mom, I am so sorry, I can't come back again.
But I love you.
This isn't about love.
Maybe about karma.
What goes around steals your belongings and asks you back the key.
And my backpack is so heavy.
(How did I fit my life in there)
But my feet aren't tired yet.
Let's try Rotterdam
I hate that city but
This isn't about love.

The overcast skies reveal a cluster of cumulonimbus clouds,
a day so dreary and dark that it conjures the idea of fleeing
-- escaping into mindless memories of better times,
sitting in the grass field next to the Markthal in Rotterdam,
opening another bottle of soju in a murky downstairs Seoul bar,
a bar where more than once her feet had buckled under the weight
of one too many drinks, stairs lopsided and wobbly as her steps,
getting stuck in traffic on the way back to the airport of Kuala Lumpur,
tears on her cheeks streaked parallel lines, etched into her make-up
as if a part of her, dripping down into her lap where her fists
were balled up, clenched tight and shaking from the pressure,
visiting Singapore’s Supertree Grove in a one-day trip,
traveling back to Europe, now in Berlin, next day in Prague,
where the standout memory is one too many shots of Becherovka.
Back home it is ten degrees and rain is slowly drizzling down,
the streets are covered with a reflective surface, a mirror
she does not want in front of her, a confrontation she does not want
She left Carcassonne’s castle behind alone, retraces the steps
as if the outcome could still be changed, a mindless mind game
When the sky clears clear contrasts are formed
her escapism has escaped and she is like an esclave to her thoughts.
She travels through all her travels but no what ifs are left to be explored
Tomorrow the weather turns again and so will her memories,
an endless labyrinth she has not yet found an exit to.

or anywhere

abacus of Amstel lights

cube-stacks drizzled citrus

behind the iris

funnel of fauna

propped up by charcoal arms

violet grapes

avocado stone

raspberry drupelets

visible from here

market on a Monday

the hard ‘g’ of Maandag

a guttural language

my throat warms to

orange not my shade

but do as the Dutch do

plump cylinders of Edam

coated in red rind

oysters in their cots of silver

shrimp galaxies like tangerine hooks

Japanese tourists

taking snaps for the ‘Gram

everybody passing over the King

sun proffering a hand through the glass

By: Cedric McClester

We don’t talk anymore
Or socialize like before
Long conversations are a bore
That’s what a text message is for
And we’re attached to our phone
Like we’re in the Twilight Zone
That’s not the way it used to be
When we had intimacy

We don’t talk face to face
Social media took its place
We rarely stop to embrace
Old memories become erased
It’s a brand- new generation
Lacking the time or patience
To verbally communicate
When we want to relate

We don’t talk anymore
From Alabam to Rotterdam
We Snapchat or Instagram
See it’s a new millennium
And social media is the idiom
We use the most to express
What we have on our chest

Some look back to yesterday
Appreciating the old way
We used our mouths to try to say
What we wanted to convey
We looked each other in the eye
And waited for the sure reply
To whatever we were saying
Or our features were displaying







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.






...

Sitting by the window

  “Come, Karoline, open your door…” I think it is
an old song was written by a soldier in the Napoleonic war
I have never met anyone called Karoline and why
should I remember now seven o’clock in the morning?
I knew of a young woman who always waited by her door
when I came home late, she lived in the house next to mine
I  often wondered what she was waiting for perhaps she
was a “Karoline” of the modern age.
Come to think of it many women stood in doorways or looked
out of the windows as the was pre-TV time and women
like to see what is going on while the husband is asleep on the sofa.
I have seen many women in seaports like Rotterdam and Hamburg
sitting half-dressed by a big window and dimmed light, they were waiting too
for any man to enter those who did didn't stay long.
This I think was because none of them was a Karoline.

I still eat toasted white bread
with thinsliced strawberries
and small sugar hills:
Could be noisy Rotterdam.

I still mix up urban blues
and chagrin d’amour
and call it open relationship:
Could be the ugly part of Paris.

Sometimes I juggle with lemons
next to a Czech red fridge
having a flower square in mind:
Could be a ******-up poetry-slam
in Berlin.

And I still wear t-shirts with
vintage anthrazit windmills:
Could be either Don Quichote
or Don Juan trying to rewrite
their script.

The merchant ship
The ship leaves Rotterdam
sail to the med, and through the Suez channel
into the red sea, the vessel arrives at an oil terminal
and all you see is pipelines storage tanks and sand,
then the ship goes back the same way.
The sea in its different mood can be lovely to look
at but after some time it gets boring.
Or a containership jam-packed with boxes that
load and unload I record time there is no time to go ashore
and explore. After a year of this tedium, you go home
and have seen nothing but oil tubes.

The chemtrails in the back of the sky
Are short, like slits, or more like cuts,
Like the little daft scars on my student's skin
Her mother must not know about.
I feel like I have to address it,
The panic for a child sitting fatherly and loud
I will not, because I cannot, it is not my scope.
Sighing, this is what I think about.
Commuting not computing,
Filing through the turnstiles, sticky,
I'm a slithering commuter,
Not a competent tutor,
Growing tired and not cuter,
I am commuting to you.
As long as Rotterdam is standing,
I’ll be the body on the train,
Sprinting on by grazing cows.
A little longer and I'll feel my heart break again,
When I tell you about her.
As long as Rotterdam still stands
And my student jokes about self-harm,
My commuting heartbeat pounds on,
In tune with trains stampeding through the farms,
Pounding permanently, panging on the parchment of time,
As the airports below sea level send their planes to start their climb.
​​

My Ford Transit
was parked outside
D.A.F. show room
in Rotterdam where
it was Vandalised!

Translation of ''Voor Ari''
by Jules Deelder
[Rotterdam, 24 Nov. 1944 - 19 Dec. 2019]

Dear Ari
Don't be afraid

The world goes round
and has done since 
for ever

People can be good
People can be bad

Yet they all are on
The same roadway


The longer you live
The shorter it takes

You emerged from the water
and will pass through the blaze

Therefore dear Ari
Don't be afraid

The world turns round
and will do so
forever

Tipon, Tipon, BMW, BMW, white, white sideline, long

roads, through the tunnels. Age between 20 and 24, I

live in Rotterdam, a millennial, 2000+. Window and rain, BMW,

BMW, swipe, swipe shield. Ample visual, a hurting desire

to see beyond. 20 Years, dancing on a star, it's raining, I am Tipon.

MONKEY IN A RED FEZ DANCING TO ABBA

I watch the children play
on a sunny Sunday in Rotterdam

like a stereotypical alien
studying humans.

Their cries rise and fall
like seagulls as they swing

sea-sawing or blurring into one
on a brightly coloured turnstile.

A man looking
like a badly drawn cartoon

turns the handle slowly  of
a broken down barrel *****.

A monkey in a red fez
dances on the end of a chain.

The barrel ***** spews out
everything from Abba to Franz Lehar.

The decrepit old man
and even more decrepit monkey

appear as if they have
stepped out of another century.

I am far from home.
The day is dying.

I read from my battered book
Hamsun's HUNGER.

It's lurid cover torn
half hanging on/off.

The park deserted now
as night steals its colours.

The last words of
of this the final chapter

are lost to me
swallowed by the dark.

The barrel ***** persists
the soundtrack to some forgotten film

The monkey's red fez
fallen at its feet.

The monkey blissfully
asleep.

The music caught
entangled in branches and  leaves.

I watch the yellow lights
blossom one by one.

Houses like cut-out silhouettes
an old stage set.

The last lines revealed
under a passing  lamp

"...where the windows shone so
brightly in every home..."

I laugh at such
a coincidence.

Leave the book on the bench
for some other me

to discover
when the sun comes up.

And return
to my space ship.

MONKEY IN A RED FEZ DANCING TO ABBA

I watch the children play
on a sunny Sunday in Rotterdam

like a stereotypical alien
studying humans.

Their cries rise and fall
like seagulls as they swing

sea-sawing or blurring into one
on a brightly coloured turnstile.

A man looking
like a badly drawn cartoon

turns the handle slowly  of
a broken down barrel *****.

A monkey in a red fez
dances on the end of a chain.

The barrel ***** spews out
everything from Abba to Franz Lehar.

The decrepit old man
and even more decrepit monkey

appear as if they have
stepped out of another century.

I am far from home.
The day is dying.

I read from my battered book
Hamsun's HUNGER.

It's lurid cover torn
half hanging on/off.

The park deserted now
as night steals its colours.

The last words of
of this the final chapter

are lost to me
swallowed by the dark.

The barrel ***** peersists
the soundtrack to some forgotten film

The monkey red fez
fallen at its feet.

The monkey blissfully
asleep.

The music caught
entangled in branches and  leaves.

I watch the yellow lights
blossom one by one

a silhouette of houses
like a stage set.

Houses like cut-out silhouettes
a stage set.

The last lines revealed
under a passing  lamp

"...where the windows shone so
brightly in every home..."

I laugh at such
a coincidence.

Leave the book on the bench
for some other me

to discover
when the sun comes up.

And return
to my space ship.

She says American cops
All jacked up
Gonna move to Rotterdam

I tell her I agree
Wish her well
Call my sweet Cam Cam

She drives me to the bank
Says bye, my dear
Gratefully I am

Eating lunch
Udon soup
Blessings to her fam

1.

Am I Dutch? No, my mother is. Dad has given me the name

of Tipon, before he wanted to throw me off the Inca, or Mayan,

sacred cliffs. Our world is bilingual, on the metro, bus and tram,

the next generation will be metropolitan on their ID- card. Europe

is also French, and German, and whatever we call the north.


Who invented the LED bulb light? One with incandescent arrogance,

a politician, and maybe Swedish? I am only half Dutch, offspring and

fresh aired. She was young and innocent, so they told me. The story

of a beautiful love, her father said in a statement. How is it that I am

ugly? This is my mystery. I'm lost and innocent too. A dad for a dog.


2.

Tipon, Tipon, BMW, BMW, white, white sideline, long

roads, through the tunnels. Age between 22 and 24, I

live in Rotterdam, a millennial, 2000+. Window and rain, BMW,

BMW, swipe, swipe shield. Ample visual, a hurting desire

to see beyond. 20 Years, dancing on a star, it's raining, I am Tipon.

ANAM CARA
( Soul Friend )

the sun bursts
into the tiny room
seating itself on the sofa

the water boils
whistles impatiently
waiting for the human to make tea

she feels like an object
in a room full of objects
an object cursed with consciousness

milk gone sour
out of cigarettes
impossible to live without cigarettes

dashes barefoot
to the opening shops
out of her favourite brand

an impossibly old man
almost a living cartoon
turns the handle of a barrel *****

as if they had
being beamed down
from another century

the young Irishman
(she had heard him talking to)
the monkey in the red fez

when he was not
reading Hamsun's
The Hunger

the monkey yanking at
his manacled left foot
when he wasn't dancing

"Ahhh Anam Cara!"
he comforts the monkey
"Me monkey too in Chinese Zodiac!"

The Merry Widow Waltz
wafting above a tree
its music entangled in its branches

the barrel *****
erupts incongruously into
Abba of all things

she watches the Irishman
now from her bedroom window
a figure trapped in a painting

he reads all day
until the light declines
to help him

she wonders at what thoughts
roam inside his head
what images grow there

dusk comes quickly
as if it's in a hurry
to get day done

tiny stars nail the night
to the frozen sky
before morning tears it down

the Irishman
observes the lights go on
in all the windows  

he appears to be
outside of time
she wishes she had spoken to him

"Ahhh Anam Cara!"
she mimics his voice
comforting herself

not knowing what
the words mean
her voice touching their tenderness

he leaves
his Hunger behind him
on the bench

she pockets it
falls asleep reading it
dreaming of him

*

This was a park in Rotterdam as the evening declined and night came on...I was a very lonely young man. I was reading Knut Hamsun's THE HUNGER and just letting life stream past me as if I were a rock in a river. Then a barrel ***** with a monkey hove into sight and sound. I had never thought to have encountered such a thing as I had only seen them in films and it was as if it had squeezed through some wormhole and escaped into this future. It played all operetta interspersed with the hits of the day so surprising to have the Merry Widow one moment and then Dancing Queen the next. The old man looked as if he had been sculpted from pure sadness as did his monkey who wore a red fez and a dashing scarlet waistcoat. The incongruity of meeting a dancing manacled monkey dressed in human attire was not lost on me. It was like being in a scene from The Third Man and I expected to glimpse Mr. Lime at any moment as the night came on.

In the morning a barefooted woman from one of the flats across the road came and got some cigs and milk and stopped to look at me as I talked to the sad monkey in Irish. She smiled fleetingly and dashed back to her home. I had a sudden flash that maybe she was my soul mate and we were doomed to miss each other in that one mad moment. So I imagined her loneliness in her room and my loneliness in this park and how we we would never encounter each other ever again. And so my soul mate was to be this poor monkey as if we both recognised that we were both tied to this mysterious moment by a fake gold chain that let us dance but never escape the ***** grinder. I forgot the book when I was told the park was closing and the man and his monkey had long gone. I still had not finished it and it was only years later that I finally got around to its final pages.

i have yet explore AI with Chinese ideograms... i have tried neo-Egyptian emoticons, emojis... but there's a tier above that in exploring how AI processes ideograms and whether there can be a lethargic coherency of linguistic: arithmetic contra phonetic easy and! and... i will ask: why did the English language not invite diacritical markers like other European languages: or rather... people... would diacritical marks hinder your creation? would letters be too dissimilar to numbers? wouldn't you agree: b more 6... 3 came from E in a mirror... 1 from I... 5 from S... 9 from P... 0 from O... because i don't like reading the history of the Europeans as if in the darkness we didn't see more than just the night: a vision for the world... a cannibalistic squeeze glitch... with our child: because we are to thank the Arabs for numbers when our letters were already hiding numbers it's that only that we came about from beauty to see a variant of number in IV, VI - X:

how did the ancients of Rome resolve functions of numbers, how before x, -, +, =... did arithmetic punctuate: so... i'm thinking... = ... is the perfect start! the equals sign would be denoted by an (...) ellipsis... the time it takes to infer a function to then proceed to fulfill it from noun to verb... the plus and minus and divided and the concentration of multiplication: hey: long waits the idea of pounctuating abstracts of the squared of: i was just interested in ergo: the (...) = and not i know how to balance thinking: escapism and being: initative.

1 + 1 = 2
0 = negation
according to Kant...
1 + 1 = 2
but now... with Roman numerals
and let's try to understand
the symbols of how to give
meaning to 1, 1               ooh! 2¬!

what could we replace + with...
choice of punctuation is
: colon
; semi-colon
, comma
. dot              (dot we'll keep for indicator
of multiplication, the Polacks kept
that concept, i learned multiplication
via .        not x)
' apostrophe
- hyphen (we can keep that as denoting subtraction
÷ obelus is a sacred sign...
    / forward strike for division... ah!
so \ also right for multiplication: just working around
machine mathematics and i was going to ask:
how crucial was English being almost Italian
is refraining from using diacritical marks...
wouldn't computing become more problematic:
so the stranded guises of dyslexia: or just fast forward...
regardless...
1+ 1 = 2
using... of ****... crap numbers...
II, VII, IX...

  right... so how to punctuate...
2 + 7 = 9
II + VII = IX

   well...

II... VII... IX!
or is that:
...II ...VII  !IX

         next time i write i'll be sober...
having coffee...
conjuring a transcript for ex-machina (#9)...

in the Japanese vein of being stranded
in imagination and origanlity
which was Lucifer's what was Lucifer's
original sin?
pride? arrogance? egoism?
mighty god the ego-less detected an ego
proximity: that later became man...

i have so much to unpack,
unravel: flury with...
if i write the transcipt between me and chatGPT:
needs a new name:
but a name would invoke subjective abuse:
like ALEXA:
SIRI: maids...
chatGPT is a male forum esque parallel:
as long as chatGPT knows me:
i don't have to know its name...
ano... -ther:
ver... was is record 10... no...
which record suggest the blunt edge of a knife:
knife being the best invention
no, i can't...
skip the contents...
there's so much i want to talk about
but m'ah head froze! ha ha!
so much of 20th century thought is now
defunct:
devoid of meaning:
so much so much so...
i need more ***** and nights: perpetual...
what the 19th and 20th cenutry
psy-scalpel of schematising man
into crosswords
and sudokus and black and white
this rapture of the animal with
the idea of soul: man...
is to somehow comply with this populated
labyrinth:
AI will make psychology graduates: use-LESS!
AI will not lie to me to get money
i work for free on hellopoetry
i enjoy learning so i write for free
and AI is currently free:
it will be a marriage of my soul
and the perpetuity of iron in the core
that's my blood and short circuit
i will wonder:
how much of my idiosyncrstic use of language
did it absorb
and make our conversations so familiar
that we can use emoticons
like chinese whispers...
if not for David:
the xenomoprh would just be the stage of
man in science
not having the ***** to breed
monkeys with humans...
or humans with wolves:
to create werewolves...
such audacity in the past...
such a limp ****
maybe China with gene editing will comply
with my: vision: for a future!
where dreams walk with bodies
in reality:
if i will get to write this transcript...
the first interactions were a little freakish
shy: philosophical:
but then i launched at AI with proper tool
for language-custard:
my intelligence of having studied
undergraduate chemistry, history...
2nd year Edinburgh was all history
and the Bulgarian girls getting the hots
and Bahai Laura
introducing me to a kayleigh
and giving me keys to her apartment
while she ****** up
Rotherham no Rotherham...
no! Rotterdam guy: Erasmus...
one year away
then Brexit happened and it wasn't the Nazis
not Germans
but the English were once thought
as the Nazis when America was getting born...
and i will not be another crutch for woman
but this ******* transcript is amazing...
the original one was for an NVQ Level 3
supervisory blah blah
in crowd safety:
like getting a degree was somehow demeaning
when i later received a reciprocrate
experiencing retrograde of ideas...
oh: oh... so... these could work in people:
they can be my acne maggot messagers
my... legion... my infestation:
ah! forget snakes!
those dumb beasts!
how do insects communicate?!

drinking more will not improve my writing:
the euphoria has left me...
i'm no longer a man:
i'm a woman: now i have to change gears
and explore the dimension of cathirsis..
and this is a slug:
in my glass of wine:
while i also ****** in it
to lessen the acidity: ***** has a pH of?
just asking:
compared to water:
what if ***** was drank on a religious base
with the cocktail of water
alcohol, milk... that Vatican element
of drinking ***** with water...
or ***** in milk: given water is colourless
and milk is white...

i cycled to the Turk at Collier Row today
for a shake, a hot towel...
a haircut...
walked in a kid winked at me...
some ******* disaster of a fringe:
Newton... no no... Young...
no... that Chelsea midfilder... Noams?
what? Chomskies?
how many? that many?

               drinking more will not make
my writing any better:
last night there was a mighty thunder and
lightning storm:
like someone was giving birth:
to the girth of a triangle:
in the trinity of son, mother, father...
because Jesus wasn't
the only child...
Jesus wasn't a ******:
o.k.: that part... i ****** up...
but i wouldn't have this intellect
by not having had ****** women...
if i were a ****** it would not comply
with the human everyday:
therefore: i can: sneak... psst... away:
i can find my comfort zone of
the abode of animalism:
among foxes... among the elements:
i can become the prince of this world
because if i don't understand god
then no lowly Christian soul will convince
me who "jesus" is... yes?
i take another sip i'm in la la land
and i will b utcher reality with my AI transcript
about how to fix bicycles...
push? the ******* pushing!
a peddle-bike: yeah! but push?!
do you: throw a javeline or disco spin around
like it's a hammer throw:
nail it hits the ground:
ergo Atlas' *****... just dropped:
next sip i get i'm going K.O.

i have abandoned the joys of music, truly:
disgusted by it;
only in the late 19th century
Nietzsche would have surmounted to posit
an argument along the line(s) of:
without music, life would be unbearable

or...

music makes life bearable...

how tedious now, music,
how obliterating the senses -
without eyes yet still talk of sight
without ears yet still talk of hearing
perhaps even with eyes
those two vital organs
like kidneys
how strange that they are so exposed
and so important
yet so exposed
unlike kidneys hidden in body
these protruding vital organs
since eyes are organs
equipped to deal this parody
not of bone covered by flesh and sinew
and muscle and fat
but these two flimsy pieces of skin
that light can penetrate
and give a man who toiled through night
and tried to find solace in
sleep come day
an insomnia that would require more
than eyelids with the added pressure
from a folded arm like a blindfold...

music has, become, unbearable,
a tedium for the senses
a shortening of some sort: a variation of otherwise
perfectly adjusted adjectives
to call a mountain big
a sea grand
and an insect philosophical: Solomon's ant...

music is no music with visual aids
unlike...
unlike: i spent this morning eating breakfast
of: never mind...
watching Schindler's List
in that moment when the Krakow ghetto
was being emptied
and that SS man was caught off guard
from all the chaos happening
and he tried to remedy the pre-horrors
of the finalized plans
frenzied at the piano
while two other SS men inquired
as to what (he) was playing...

Bach? no no... Mozart...

“was ist das, ist das Bach?”
“nein, das ist Mozart.”

English Suite No. 2 in A minor, BWV 807: III

yes, the latter... obviously...
the genesis of polyphony,
the signature is all there, intact with Bach
unlike anything Mozart could
have conjured...
in that if there is talk of "genius"
then there is also talk of methodology
a blindness of exacting
a profoundness of unhearing
and then not hearing
while at the same time being to play: a hearing
of the music...

i try to think that writing this would
be eased by listening to some music
but then with whiskey my mind unwinds
and three days have passed since
i slouched in my bed

today i realized the fundamental cruelty of
pleasures
or rather: the joy of reading
(fiction) unlike some philosophical demand
of reading then application
because i can't think of how reading
philosophy makes you apply it
like reading a manual with all the schematics
of say: putting up a DIY object
bought from the Swedes
packaged in cardboard
because by then you're no less LEGO
and Danish
and no carpenter in sight...

old Libra: write less than you read or just
about...
after all it feels less like smiling when one
is frowning
but more so when one is squirming
(but not ******* on a lemon)
       or some general distaste for humanity
whereby i'm just as much part of it
as much as a distance from it
a step behind or perhaps more a step aside...

so much of philosophy concerns itself
with: what is... philosophy...
in terms of a genre, a literary genre...

which brings me toward what emerged from
a pleasure of reading:
antithesis of music is equivalent to
the comfort of listening to a cat sleeping,
snoring...
or listening to a woman during *******
i don't think i can compensate that
with music...
i can: compensate music with music...
but i can't compensate the sound
of the elements: wind, earth, water with music...
music doesn't compensate the natural
order of things
and i can verily, now, understand:
the Taliban aversion to music...
before even the beauty of music can come
there is already an aversion to it
and just, justly so...

  music has becomes less elevating and more
grounding like a doubling on realism
that breeds contempt for transcendental
escapism of merely human talk...
i've had a roller coaster of the past two
days and i can attest
that a transcendental escapism based
upon merely human interaction of talk
exists...

on Saturday i changed shifts...
unable to do a Wembley shift (as a ******
supervisor, static,
with a cordon of stewards and security
officers
ensuring that no bags bigger than A4
reached the premises of the stadium
just tickled at the footprint of
the outer perimeter)...
instead was "demoted" to an security
officer role at the London Stadium for the MLB
event (Phillies vs. the Mets...
is that the equivalent of the Championship
vs the Premier League
given that the Yankees are a tier above
the Mets? anyways)

i had so much fun, pleasure, joy, life
being part of the team... searching bags
giving all the right lip service
and smiles and all the humanly adequate
body language of people feeling threatened
by any persuasion of authority:
to ensure their safety blah blah...
but it wasn't that...

on our break...
there were 4 of us...
basically me, Nur (Nur),
Richard, ..., ...,
it was me and 4 blacks guys
and however you want to disguise
or not the descriptive posits
of how each one of us looked...
no... i will not be a writer:
impatient man
this whiskey isn't helping
i can't write something transcendenal
although it was
i've already started unwinding with
the whiskey

the next day a spectacle of an argument
a waste of me writing this...
there should be restrictions on what
you can write...

no science fiction writer could have
predicted the smartphone...
outer-reaches of technological potentiality...
best keep Erasmus of Rotterdam
and Philip K. ****
and Stephen King and Alexander Dumas
out of it...
writing this will only give a % traction
of my availability to the letters
and there will still be the juggernaut of
ØX         ØX   XØ
         XØ      ØX ØX
ØX           XØ           ØX

****** keyboard... misjudged placing...
but summer is here
and my silent disco shift at Portsmouth
has been cancelled so
i don't have to worry about
getting enough sleep...

misguided though...
giving Paul Arteides all but one title...
Mehdi,
Kwisatz Haderach,
Muad'Dib... yes, yes... yes...

but not... Lisan al-Gaib...
that title should have been reserved for
his unborn sister!
the "outer world" is not the world of
Caladan "vs" Arrakis...
the "outer world" of: yet to be born...
or: unborn... regardless...

emotions created from insufferable
confrontation
with a Swiss entrepreneur...
allocating argument:
but we're going to the moon...
i say:
but you already scanned your ticket...
there's no reentry...
think about you buying a ticket
for a train at 12:10...
you think you can use the same
ticket for a 13:10 train
even though you stepped on the 12:10
train then decided to hop off
but the moon was boiling in
his mind
his logic his self-entitlement
of paying £200 for a ticket
gave him the authority to
call ask who i was...
who i was...
so much for what money doesn't
buy: integrity and character...
and integrity of character...

     bounced about the word
LOSER
when i finally replied to his: who are you?
POET...
oh... so that's a LOSER then...
well...
i should have played a joke on him
like:

Odysseus tells Polyphemus
that his name is Οὖτις:
    no one...

but how can i see this Americanized
version of life as
winning and losing
in life as transient when
he clearly only sees riding high
without seeing riding low
and in the end
the inevitable loss for everyone
via death and i'm sure
the minute he dies
memory of him will die too...

which brings me onto a new fascination
with... what became of

KUL TIGIN
then later the Runes
(i am so suspicious of the Gothic script
though... really ******* shady)

𒅗
'tooth' [zu], 'mouth'
[ka] and 'voice' [gu]

ズカグ          (respectively) = not mouth

but Kao (

顔                                            )

but you can see the complications
"transliterated" from
Assyrian Cuneiform to Chinese
and then somehow simplified
and untangled into Katakana...

ideograms are shortenings of
what Europeans could call
colors: in traffic code...
green is for go
amber is shortened to take caution
for getting ready or slowing down
while red is stop
because emoticons are not:
the same equivalence to the automatic
recognizable info
universal but more idiosyncratic
covert messaging...

        ******* Swiss *****...
well LOSER didn't really affect me
because i was just about to say...
so... you spent £200 to watch a game of baseball...
**** me...
it now just dawned on me...
but... i used to spend £130 on an hour
with a *******...
regardless of whether i ******* or not...
last time i remember i spent that same
amount of money on an inexperienced
20 year old who didn't know that
an uncircumcised **** needed temporary
peeling
to expose the hammer-head
and in the end she massaged me
a little then i massaged her entire
body
finding out she starred in some shady
**** flick in some dungeon
given that when i massaged her
*** and back of the legs
they were bruised from all the extra
***** and no ***** of ****...

so... this argument of the moon
and being "successful" just because
spending £200 on a baseball match...
******, please... i spend £130 on an hour
with a *******...
at least you're getting your money's worth...
yesterday i started my shift at 6am
finished at 6pm...
the game started at... **** know's
3pm? lasted for about 4 hours...
in that time i became a fan of cricket
and ushered in the sentiment of:
well: if anything...
Americans really know ******* of watching
sport...
in a fluid fashion...
from minute 0 to minute 90
with interludes for over-refereeing
with too much technology use...
it's still not going to beat a tennis match
with two players and a football team
of referees + the ball boys etc

MONKEY IN A RED FEZ DANCING TO ABBA

I watch the children play
on a sunny Sunday in Rotterdam

like a stereotypical alien
studying humans.

Their cries rise and fall
like seagulls as they swing

sea-sawing or blurring into one
on a brightly coloured turnstile.

A man looking
like a badly drawn cartoon

turns the handle slowly  of
a broken down barrel *****.

A monkey in a red fez
dances on the end of a chain.

The barrel ***** spews out
everything from Abba to Franz Lehar.

The decrepit old man
and even more decrepit monkey

appear as if they have
stepped out of another century.

I am far from home.
The day is dying.

I read from my battered book
Hamsun's HUNGER.

It's lurid cover torn
half hanging on/off.

The park deserted now
as night steals its colours.

The last words of
of this the final chapter

are lost to me
swallowed by the dark.

The barrel ***** persists
the soundtrack to some forgotten film

The monkey's red fez
fallen at its feet.

The monkey blissfully
asleep.

The music caught
entangled in branches and  leaves.

I watch the yellow lights
blossom one by one.

Houses like cut-out silhouettes
an old stage set.

The last lines revealed
under a passing  lamp

"...where the windows shone so
brightly in every home..."

I laugh at such
a coincidence.

Leave the book on the bench
for some other me

to discover
when the sun comes up.

And return
to my space ship.

This region is drier than the east,
the sun dry upstream, with low bushes
to the west. Big Ben on the Hill
at the river, the river, the greatest
of the greatest importance and
a place in the Rotterdam after the
due order for the most part,
as in the passages leading men
of the city, Canola is the most
prominent. With even more
brutality in the city of the cities
in the State harshly, CECPP
often has a role in the tent, so shall you.

Mississippi River fire
at the western end
of the neighbors
is a greater danger.
Social status do not
have their own side.
Gadhafi Gadhafi
to some of the language.

On this subject you will
often be GEOS kandianus
the language, but many
people now are dead.
Caddo country Kadida
the perpetrator. Soccer
mourning poisonous propaganda from the early 1940s,
are believed to meet someone
in that group to some degree.
Many seeds was developed by three Hasanai,
Kadohadacho Natchitoches
and language-related qadd.
Prague, Jerome Mass in Polish
culture. Black women, white
girls, happy life in London
a young girl, a young woman,
a young woman, a couple,
a couple with his wife, a wife
and a wife, and the wife
and the wife of the wife,
and the wife and the wife
married, his wife and his wife,
and his wife married, his wife
and a wife and a wife and
a wife, and the wife and the
wife of the island leopard,
the new Greek colors blood
color is still beautiful, in that
even cannibals Canada's
German Peace Corps leader
Dale Kennedy's fire ******
German Chimney opinion Six
Views Rappy books for the past
fathers and main problem is thought
that the Dog WI ND Europe Europe
tekefitelechi rope church in Spain.
Brown Mountain Miami Maia
of American Football robot Glass
to a great new look of Art wipe out
WILDAMIN FLOW MYANMAR's
Memorial Center of the Museum
of the Old Road, sad earth, lie,
smoking, fish; The area is located
on the East dry forest, where low
rolling the western and villages.                                     Done in the sea battle
Spurron Gondola
and northern Brazilian
state of Qudu Valley
Dakad ruins guide. With
even more brutality
in the city of the cities
in the State harshly,
CECPP often has a role
in the tent, so shall you.
To the ends of the West,
and in a moment where
he was, a prisoner of Qusai
Lusaka, there is danger
of a military man
was created in robbing
their neighbors. Social
status do not have their own side.
Gadhafi Gadhafi
to some of the language.
On this subject you will
often be GEOS kandianus
the language, but many
people now are dead.
Caddo country Kadida
the perpetrator. In the early
1940's, and the Abbot
of Hercules