.birth of the fourth knuckle,
"gone missing"...
narodziny czwartego kłykcia,
niby, "zagubionego"..
why is a woman's hand
so ******? when i look at my hand,
when i look at woman's hands?
i see a "missing" knuckle...
its soundrack that hurts
but not the people;
got a cameo selfie Monet:
like, you dig(?!) moment:
oh bro!
get that feeling you
an eel of a prior to?! ( ( ( (
what the hell was that?!
a Łódź tram-line operator
having a breakdown?!
really?!
wow...
i came to fiddle
with my beard: hey presto!
out pops a violin!
tomorrow never knows,
yesterday knows too much,
while today?
today is a wattered down
exclaimation of:
come what may...
hoisin duck sauce in
a tortilla wrap...
hell...
no word's worth
of upkeep from these words,
just empty ambitions...
and emptying more than
just ambitions...
ideally,
ideally not...
blah blah a while longer...
before yet another grand
game of spontaneity domino...
with never the formal
addressee: dear sir / kind reader...
i would be lying if i didn't try
to imitate an old lady solving
a crossword as making more sense
to her than reading this...
which i am thankful for:
that this is not a crossword puzzle
or a harlequin romance novel
from some norway.
