Daffy Duck is a stratagem
in my mind,
I wear
laughing on the outside
withdrawn, sad within
wacky and crazy, yet
sullen and morose
loony and harebrained, but
maudlin and desolate
hidden thoughts, feelings
never revealing
too dark a light
trying to remember
which season it is
-always winter to me,
until I trick myself
-what a fool-
firing on myself
knocking my bill around
forced to adjust
self-inflicted disfigurement
a delirious look,
a despicable lie
screaming in my mind
the t-shirt I wear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem