Matthew Conrad

May 15, 1986 - Ostrowiec Świętokrzyski

quick 'un

just because black boy was let to graze
the the fields of cotton
to the high castles of the moth
infested libraries of: "old white dudes'"
seminars, means so little
in eastern europe...
sure, cheap labour from eastern
european labour:
in eastern europe even cheaper labour
from the ukraine, mongolia,
and a current seminar from
crimea...
hell... black boy can fuck a white
girl all he wants...
will that bring my vanity back?
saving the west, saving the world,
the people, the cultures,
the hygiene, the dietary requirements
riddled in by voodoo lunatic assumptions?
black boy can fuck all the white barbies he can
get...
i'm leaving, i'm leaving for an ideal...
a japanese, a geisha,
a south korean girl,
a girl more white than my piglet pink...
leave them, whoever these "them" or "they" are...
let the library of alexandria burn a second time...
i'm actually motivated by being pissed off...
leave them to it...
the common sense conception is?
build a 20m wall around Hackey...
give them all the guns and knives they need...
and? leave them to it... to whatever "it" implies...
in scotland they call it culling...
regarding the deer...
let's... sell a colonialism to a polack...
divided between the prussian, the russian,
the austro-hungarian...
sell me that story, nigger...
oh sure... conquest and what not...
i have already found the classical beauty
of a white girl: blonde, long legs ruby lips
tiresome...
it's a tried and tested: a tired beauty...
i'm here for the tokyo bunch...
apparently we all speak the same
spaghetti-english...
oh... wait... aren't the western africans
akin to the kenyans darker than the western
africans akin to nigerians?!
i thought so to...
how many of these "so-called"
"african"-h'americans ever revisisted Africa?
marcus garvey burning spear...
no? marcus garvey wasn't enough...
no learn fu-fu no m'oah?
no bush-meat genesis?
strap your feet to the dirt roads
of Mombasa occupied by Islamic slave
traders with crocodile farms from across
the Indian ocean?
i'm of the Pontius Pilate whitey tribe:
one motto serves us:
only white people can be racist (tongue in cheek choke-joke)...
you can throw your, current, movement,
with as many prefixes as suffixes as quasi- terms
as... post-colonial guilt-trips...
i still can't "identify" as a brit...
i'm washing my hands off this crucifixion
of a language...
which is harder to stomach...
since so many people speak the same zung...
but i'm waiting... waiting eager...
for some afro-saxon to tell me that Poland
has a colonial past...
where?! Ukraine? Lithuania?
Latvia? Estonia? Belarus?!
wasn't Lithuania Latvia and Estonia owned
by the Teutonic Order?
didn't the dreaded Polacks defend
the pagan Lithuanians against the Teutonic Order
by succumbing to the baptism?
you'll never get anything from nothing
among island-dwelling people...
perhaps among the Icelandic people...
not on these shores though...
i just learned to be angry,
and let the anger pass...
watching a very shitty scenario of a consolidation
of immediate historical cinema...
i can only be an objective observer staging
an opinion hoping that i am not to be inclined
for a subjective performance act of speech...
lucky me in between the national socialist
and the global socialist powers...
hiatus much shorter than that of israel...
still a hiatus...
i can't share these same concern
of fellow english speakers... again: to reitreate:
black boy fucks a white exhausted booty...
i'm also that one step ahead...
i'm starting to build up an asian fetish...
porcelain girls... more white than anything
from what siberia might promise...
being concerned with such freedoms would
imply: a sense of ownership...
slave-mentality, a slave-mentality of
inacting revenge...
these women? do what they please...
only a pleasing dog gravitates toward
an eager sense of ownership should a leash be
utilized... like i said...
i'm looking toward asia...
in the ideological sense... beside a fathomable
reality to replicate? not really...
eh... tired blonde silicon "beau"...
her freedom is also my freedom...
i'm not a father figure...
i can't be...
i'm simply tired of wanting...
i don't want to tire myself with wanting...
i am quiet content within the confines
of my / the immediacy of gratification...
a man can only want so much in life...
before he decides to settle for the already
apparent gratifications without him
to have to extend beyond his... talents.
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