stanza 2 – february “witness/1 dope”

if all bald men are solar powered sex machines
and if hercules in chains is free to believe in himself
should i drink aegean water when i hear my siren call?
hmm? a doubtful interjection. beginning my each phrase
yet ah is how i start my whatsapps—it’s a bit more generous.
an unexpected trip with treasured brethren
of which diane was not infomed
cold, wet, gravel, ice… and light new hoops.
pant leg micturition is a viable system
jerk foul, jerk fish, take the pineapple express
to morrisons partick, hover on a ba’ sac,
re-up on buddha and kippers
the king came with the bangers, we stayed for the ballads
my airpod uneared into a drain so i chanced an upgrade
cursed inadequate chuck-sticking, can’t hold cash either
story and sensation is all there is, between the end and the beginning
singsong paraphernalia and assorted phrases for sale
ahm a wan can wee dram ama-drama cry baby
ubuntu, our humanity, sister, brother, heal me please
and i will heel to you:

we all rely on the good souls who forgive us.

don’t text yer ex, drunk dialist splitting violence
hullo its jie p. (eftir ra pope) wi’ thi shy pee
multi-pizza two score and a spare bon-anniversaire
spotting louder nearly home, millhouse coming up everything
you trust me again, you always could, that love is unconditional
and universal, and specific, and ebbs and flows throughout
the systems, internal and external, that are of us.
you notice another of my bizarre intolerances—at last we have a term for it.
a nearly new horizon lost, for which i missed legs day at the gym
a stressful jealous night by my [] smartphone
another shoe that never drops, no leg too short to scorch the earth
are we a puzzle, a riddle to be solved, or are we pupils
flawed and inconsistent and driven by unchosen passions,
forced to plump for either irony or idiocy since the dawn of the h bomb?

suffering rotating chair formalism of a gently absurd nature
as impenetrable references abound the conference room (apologies: all mine)
…so i fly out of town
covid mask memories per explosive phlegmy cough leotard geriatric
i am triggered resolutely
by a king of the morons tailwind and a tornado of dust
braking and hard-pedalling and fighting the headwind
(for one bequeathes the other, and the scary shunts from across the shoulders)
oil slick sneaker sandstorm set back, sliders for the subsequence
grill on the hill was a thrill when even the slider nearly blew away
santa lucia, bocadillo con queso, cortardo y cerveza it’s great to be back
sunbathing stoned on the balcony avec joan of arc in lossless quality
thinking maybe capitalism is not so bad:
ah well, we all rely on the good souls who forgive us

skelly wean, have you tried the toblerone?
it’s very expensive, and different but not nicer
I have a theory that every generation knows completely different stuff
different, but the same