(Tr)aveling w(i)th the younger I
With her on your back
She gazed at intricate diamonds of the dark.
Never facing an ounce of (um)brage.

With age, her knowledge flourished
Growing from the water of your trunk
Her brain was nourished with ex(p)erience
Following in your trail

Strengthening over time
She (ha)d no i(nt)erest on your back
Nor the night sky
Rather clouds and the outside
Away sh(E) wa(l)ked from your shadow
With your trunk raised high

Lions and crocodiles swarmed her on s(e)a and land
With no trunk or tusk
Adrenaline rushed
She shook in nerves til dusk

Continuing days with no shade
Skin cells accepting harsh sun rays
With the storm of your stom(p)s
She awaited your presence
(h)yen(a)s laughed as you came
Splattering blood on your name

You laid with your wheel
As she wailed with no trunk
She wept
For you sculpted her i(nt)o who (s)he was

Long, Long down the road.
Buying from an old bookstore
Finding a binder filled with the Royal Animals

Turning the first sheet
She noticed a stamp
Reminding her of her stuffed friends
Triumphant  *Elephants

The thing that calms me the most about
                  The virus
Is to see how many people run around lost
                    And scared and stressed
Never sure if or when they could die or get it
  

With anxiety I'm constantly worried
        And stressed
But to watch as the rest of the world
             Break down
There is were I find my calm

the lights in your eyes
sent tractor beams into mine
and brought me closer to you
one day after another
for the rest of my time

You wrench the lunch
and the broth slosh-
ing from within my stom-
ach and the sad sorry meal
I picked from the shelves of
an old cold cabinet.

Hier is ek, vyf en vyftig jaar oud, met geen antwoord
hoekom is ek hier en waarheen gaan ek na die dood
wat het my lewe nou eindelik beteken;
en wie is bevoeg om daai som te bereken?
is daar n hel en n hemel, reinkarnasie of nirvana
al die interaksie, die gesukkel, die daaglikse drama
christen, moslem, boedhis, ateis of jood
almal soek iets om aan te roep in hul nood
wie is reg en wie is verkeerd; hoekom weet ons so min
duisende gedagtes, geen tyd om die rede te ontgin
soms huiwer die antwoord vir n oomblik waar my diepste gedagtes woon
en net voor ek dit kan aangryp en verstaan vervaag dit soos in n droom
en los my met niks, die eindelose sirkel, om en om
en die dooies is stom

*** kon dit toch gebeuren,
waarom ben ik weer zo dom?

Ventileren kan opbeuren
maar spreken voelt zo stom.

Mijn badeend is de enige
die me echt begrijpt.

De drang, het moeten, wijs
overkomen, je reinste ijdelheid.

Laat varen, al die willens,
laat lopen, al die prikkels
die aandacht vragen, keveren,
en nooit echt wat opleveren.

De netto levenskwaliteit.
Is dat dan al dat telt?

Mijn keel, schor en schoor mijn voeten.
Waarom toch altijd dat goed moeten?

is hebrew disemvoweling        ?    ?

i read a newspaper
and then i read a po0etry book
and i imagined

a time
when producing paper
and in k
was precious

and i felt inclined to summon the European
with a signature
of

forgo: do without or cease to hold or adhere to
you shall forgo killing
and you shall forgo thieving
and you learn
a new money
and you learn a transvaluation of values
Nietzsche forgot to end
his magnum corpus epi pay'ah:
money
could be the summation of all immediate thoughts

there is one book i want to reread
because i'll be rereading it
while reading La recherche du temp perdu...
god it sounds... slick...
like liking you out in the jungles
and jungles of rats hiding between
coconuts in the palm trees...

thinking of two big words
with one bound to Greek
and the other

disemvoweling

      Epenthesis
there are two gods of the language
and they see Hebrew and Latin
against the Korean and Chinese
they see now i see Greek-Cyrilic Mongolia
and Crimea...
and the Ottoman Empire Barbers...

that is VODA that is VÓDKA...

i call upon the rings of Neptune
the shyness of Pluto
Uranus married Saturn
while Jupiter the One Eyed
stom of a planet
came across the False Messiah:
one eyed...
one eye but at least 2 tongues solid
i will call myself
the one eyed
i am an imaginary one eyed
twin tongue tangled
like i am working two shifts of life
why does MAtthew Mateusz speak two tongues
most of these poets
where either shallow or not in the trenches
of the Poppy Fields
i cried at the mass graves of the Germans
with the sparrows
and i found English the Child
and German the Father
and i asked: will you please try to find
Mother Russia... and God that is Asia...
we are moving chess of sorts
and i was playing
5D chess just now...
and it was unlike Roblox
or Minecraft...
it was MechArena...
MCHRN...
lucky that i saw New York
the ghosts are coming and going
i feel early so i sorted the parliament
of the people
and when i was there
the streets were empty
but day after i left
the streets were filled
and i wish i had a beard that turned
out to be a Trump and a beard
like i might side ways left on the quiff
and the idea that authentic pages
Trusted: get trolled...
Alaskian Airlines are RACIST
JAN?UARY 12 2024
some Jihadi name...

ahem...

KHABIB NURMAGOMEDOV...
KHABIB NURMAGOMEDOV...
8SPADES...
          there's a working collective consciounsess
and man's self as via subjectivity of self
with the self as the objectivity with: others...
however precious and little and grand
like i was in new york
and days later... marches...
with who i am: and am not...

      but escapism with Torey
and Morey and Wi-Fi... listening: not cool
the aging solipsist and teens
are boggling down
with the creation of AI and we might
spare the computer with static
and that's talking to young people
about the clock and the wrist band of pearls
so asked the people born
with the phone asking
about the t.v. using the computer
so we all going slow
slow slowing down the Silicon Chimapnzee zoo
and sea...
and so unlike i was thinking
about the waste of paper when it came
to printing newspapers and poetry books...

i i was going along with

nnnn                 ¶                カラス(鳥)

   (KRS: aha! now what vowels?
apparently Ah Ah Sue!

                  i had that i in mind: i remembered:
then i dreamed: because of the sclera in
my eyes:
which is the evolved me
it's not that animals don't have soul:
animals simply don't dream
that's why the cats are so tiresly trying
to evolve and imitate us
why cats sleep so much
but have no sclera...
therefore they have souls
but as splendid we are as eagles
we are also ants...

i qwill need help from AI
terms used in post-darwinism
of man imitating every animal
to understand his ontology:
with and without god is the simple bit...
god exists god doesn't exist
isn't the problem:
i bet you god also sleeps...
god also has an unconscious like our consciousness
and reverse...
i think that god is very complicated
i think god is ice cream
i think about my surrogate daughter
and then i watch some grotesque ****
and i feel numb
like i'm not the psychopath to the world
but only unto myself
and i know fear...
and i know love
and i know argument
and i know nothing and still persist to "know"...
don't i... i don't: i?

the sparrows have been introduced
to New York, Kauai... yes yes...
crows on Mauai... yes sire... no... sir sir...
the gluttons and Marmedukes of Qib
are giving sentences on chickens
parrots and peacocks...
and they are talking bad about cockerels
and all that ripe fleshy *******
like the eagle eye...
same ****: different cover...

ACAI in Ha-vye'ě
some digital imprint not TS Elliot
by comparison to the 20th century
the 21st century is still in enstilling the capacities...

    cédille vs.     cédîlle

mon? n'est c'est p'as?          i like woof...
a roof... hoof... a newspaper: in Hebrew
so i can play with words in tabloid
*******
and french ***** and
horses Ken
and Ken donkeys
and Arab Ken
obsessed with camels
and not horses
and like big sputnik Texan
in Honolulu like
**** from Cowboy: where my ****** 'n' Indians...
just tired: troop...
forgot tiredness and the Troop
like Benzillo Godzilla
Ben Trooper and the Marlboro MAn ***
Gin Sylo...
Richmond ksiz... sizer...

knischt...

       like a teddy bear... like the holocaust
happens and then post-modernism
and then there's that period
of post-holocaust
like there's no post-world war II
or there's an attempt at the idiocy
project in England
of the post-world war I the... not world...
the First and Last War of ******...
why do we not think
that World War II happened
so quickly after World War I...
world war I was the war of ******...
so stupid
that so quickly
aftewards
another of greater grandeur had to take place:
so rare: a war of rot
and promiscuity so bad...
that once war came from above
but the heaven was so disgusting
that a counter war
happened:
oh... god...
the reformation and anti...
world war I was the anti-reformation
while world war II was the reformation...
world war I as the war of the Habsburgs' last chew
and chow mein of the Eyes of the Fish
of Windsor:
so if pedohpiles are so rife
down below in the sewers...
at the top you must be hearing
about ******... scsandals of incestous primeval increments,
made exponential:
pedohpiles among
the sycophants... ants and grey
while:
****** barons...
there must be an incestous taboo being
executed without morals
of the Eden Police...
      for one excuse his amount of the labour
of sacrifice... these many excuses for that
freedom?
who is yet living that ought
to be: measured via the antithesis of the crucifix:
st. peter made a due cause:
as did Judas... hanging...
how then perfecting the suffering cause...
in the imagined...
and imagining further...

                           (s'ah            eyeh)

    açia           acia                    little detail:
bog bigger ewwort
like my scuttle: BIG TOY PWODZYKT...

so to further appreciate:
one down
100 more... % &
to go...
the life most private
so there's the anti-rock-bottom:
so all i own
i know how to spend

  o,k.

                   little grease
and now the *** sort of dries from
the conversation when
she makes you premature
******* because
her most-modern
like so modern
this Disney cuck
i mea n 3when she *****
she squeezes you so hsard
you feel like you being circumncised
like she says JEsus Jesus
but i think the ice cream of the *******
and Jeezazazelb'ahel:b'ahEl...