what i learned: if whether and whenever in
the business of opera...
i'm a baritone...
i can hum polyushka polye -
but i can't whistle it...
i can hum and replace the choir...
but i can't soprano the violin,
the flute or any conventional whistling
of a human pursed lips
squirting out the jolly sparrows
with Vivaldi coming with "necessary" spring!

at least that's what i would have
learned: have i first visited the gulag...
and satiaded the interests of
west pop psych intellectuals...
like... ha ha... they would...
ha ha... ever care!

beside "grieving" having associated
themselves with a tailor suited
crow, tie and the briefs and...
my own affair with a shirt
that felt like cotton-candy with the itch
of a suckle sweet forewarning...
the bolshoi ballet is back in London...
i'm itching to visit it...
then again i'm supposed
to appear as: the lesser sophistication...
on no concerns from lizzie zee zweite...
she was first to make the concerns
made public (n'ah, not really)...
here's to whsitling like an Ukranian
before the altar of the steppes...
and the bosom of Crimea...
i almost forgot that Poland
experienced a civil war...
oops...
when ukraine imploded -
polaczki chwopcy nit placzy -
polish boys don't cry -
policzek: cheek -
visit the warsaw
west warsaw station:
warszawa zachodni -
you'd be fooled not thinking
it's a revelation from the Ukraine...
then start the rubric of counting
the number of vermin-esque
shy mongols...

mickiewicz can have
his capacity to grieve a heart bound
to lithuania... as well as:
miłosz...
i... i seem more concerned with
ukraine...
ú-krā-í-n'āh....
Kresy...

then again i "feel" less
nostalgia ridden...
when i'm part of a minority...
every single time i come
in contact with the hive,
the collective ethnicity...
i feel sick... where are the blacks?!
where are the raj people?
where is the hong kong clamour?
this isn't soviet russia
association of a kazakh with a mongol
or an uzbekistani with a...
georgian etc., turkic people fucking
mongolian people -
the other sort of cocktail best
associated with a british empire...

eh? thai sorts?! every time i visit my
grandparents and re-enter
the status quo of a majority...
where am i?

well, if only the trans-confused lobby is
going to have children...
why would i have children
to have to mingle with these
fucktards in waiting?!
i simply don't want to burden my
intellect with this sort of
retard; sorry -
i am still bound to explaining
a lot of things
from a "solipsistic" point of concern...
it would be one thing
to jerk off, impregnate a girl
and throw the offspring into a pro
gay pedagogy...
but to throw them
into a pro trans- pedagogy...
if a girl can freeze her eggs...
i'm pretty sure i can prevent
myself from jerking off...
no flying circus, shit or saucer
is going to make me ejaculate
into this circus that doesn't remind
me of clowns...
more a bunch of sketches of women
attempting to replica the precision
of applied female make-up...

and i'm "supposed" to reproduce...
ladies first...
like fuck i am!