finally! finally that i'm drinking myself to death they left me be! hooray! i'll just let the english mis-diagnose me as schizophrenic to remind me of being deported from england like a wild animal on the day i started high school! double hooray *******! by god i can punch a brick wall in memory of the day - but now my right hand's index finger doesn't bend like it used to into a fist, what am i to do? let's do psychological puppetry.*

oh but how many times
they tried my life
and grew tired of taking it
and began living in fear
among such grandiose expressions
whether in minimalist art
or grand architecture or
subjective historicity that's nostalgia,
nearing 2007 i wished to travel
to india and walk across to
jerusalem but was thwarted,
i still remember the stoner who
sat in parks fasting and with eyes
closed meditated, before, before all that
came after, a friend from which
friendship sprouted aged 13
and an indian-irish mongrel and a russian *****
with roots in both hungary and poland
almost killing you but certainly giving you
a brain haemorrhage which was apparently
a cartesian inversion of physics...
and the laughs... oh the laughs... he he mickey mouse.