it was the scent of a wet cigarette
behind my ear
that spurred me on
and solipsism
and i thought about Marc
the Gypsy
and i thought about coffee
and waiting for the day's
worth a coffin
and then the vicar
that asked for
and didn't ask for food
to remain
in the household
and i have almost 5 godmothers
on the wink wink
but the cat tasting the air
and the rain and the scent
of trees that bear fruit
i might try to ask you:
tow me into a history the framing
of this place:
that is:
that was:
i am London:
Govinda
that didn't travel to
the Arctic or Antarctica...
...............................

i drink and smoke to"excess"
after a 17h strain
of a shift
i think of grandfather and father in
metallurgy
then my grandfather retired
and my father the roofer
and i the security guard:
      the shrapnel from feeding
the five thousand!
concept
no album...
songs in between
Israel's Son
Silverchair...              you tripping?
i'm tripping....

o really wanted i
so little i that littlest oh
and O is circle
and I is pin-point
in phi and theta...
Serb... i'll ask a... Serb!
or an Albanian
before the Lying Greek and Jew...

almost times of the arrival of the New Testament
like the printing press
i mean the arrival of the new testament....
and the old was kept by the "four":
i might ask but
but the arch speaks for itself:
the Hell the Democracy:
but you can be a charismatic leader for so long:
maybe i can do more
with a niqab on the crucifix...
the phantom to body
was to be married...

sorry that Muhkammad
was married to this mother...
like i am...
don't worry: when you don't ask.