the stars are ether
my internet computer
dancer!

tOugh cOmputer tWo

oow
owo
woo

my tough computer
saying something
make s me laugh
sep t
sIo
it was exac TARNISHED ruff
now to think of
language
can never be understood not

not Naom chOmskY can
HELP

under the ode aardvark we
sprINg
spirit
like traffic fleeting thoughts were
once cloude in the consciousness
odd sky
literary heredity

oUr silent nap
BID silent mooN landinGs

BIG JAZZ HANDS
woo
owo
oow

one two three
my tough computer
my spirit
my tough computer
it seems so ruff
now to thin
k of language
as being
sET
SET SI

the leaves leed "cut the mustard"
4 yards
down road down road down road
you will see
you will see

monday tuesday Mecredi

whoosh whoosh

you know they're all the same 'ere
you know they're all the same 'ere

SEXY
YOU'rE SEXY

HJU nEssxc HJU

HE ASKED FOR A TOP UP
AND HIS CARD WAS
HE ASKED FOR A TOP UP AND HIS CARD WAS

NECESSARY

HE ASKED FOR A TOP UP
AND HIS CARD WAS

HE ASKE FERS
ACV T HISCARD WAS NWESJ

FALLING IN LOVE
FALLING IN LOVE
FALLING IN LOVE

whoosh
whoosh

his card was
necessary
necessary
necessary

Somalians Somalians Somalians

they treat us like they treat us like

Frisay i've
friday i've
Friday I've
Friday I've
FRIDAY

whooosh

I AM NOW IN THE PAINTING

allegory allegory alllegory

you a racist bastard
you a racist bastard

FUCK OFF FUCK OFF

DON'T WANT YOUR COPPERS
DON'T WANT YOUR COPPERS
GIVE ME PROPER CHANGE MAN

GET OFF
GET OFF

GET THE FUCK OU
GET THE FUCK ou
off here
of here

necessary necessary necessary

HJU "GROUPTHINK" copyright Lewis Lacook

PLIETTE STOP

he asked for a top up

and his card was

he asked for a top up

and his card was

your closing tag is not acceptable

your closing tag is not acceptable

not closed

U RE O THINGS NOT S F NNE SF LOVE POEM

sometimes one wishes for anonymity
in or other
the form of guise or poetry
of poetry
one disguise is another anon
on and on require verification
dissimilar ruminatu ion

people rUn around the room
that eyes are in

no time less inclination
to speek the very thoughts
one held dear gor so long

you stand and staRE at
nothingness
to get a sense of something less
yer head implacable. Your
dreams in shatter tatter
bits of imagery let
that don't add up to two or three or five
to
one two
my love

for you
thoughts of vignettes vagaries
the city shape
your infant's body the rise
of femininity won't
shape my regardless of any thing
feelings
for you

yOu's have to build a
brick wall to stop my
inevitable journey
to your arms .. THINGS
a NOT thingS go oFf
and buildings shake
with motion/emote

this last verse is abuilding
a shrine to hindu temples
iN the
Nothr East otherness
of Scarborough

I love you dancer
miss u when you
is away can't
think straight without u
as much as i try to forget u
i can't get by without you

not right and proper in
the head!

but enuff enough enough
is sed For poems are
snapshots of dreams (reel
or taped photogenesis
the art industry won't
make it

but you will
for this poem is too long

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