Up in the air, dead in the water,
Playing fire on my stamping ground,
Wish I could borrow a pair of wings
To soar like a bird and turn around.
To bite at a tempting bait like a starved fish,
To fire you up and get you to settle your hash,
And then ebb like a smoke, rising upward.
For no one on earth I'm gonna hurt.
By tying those 4 basic elements together,
I'll turn into one cherubic and wicked avenger
To avert misery and an impending danger
Of destruction and to feel damn sight better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. So well constructed from forms to content. Well rhymed and well pictured. it is open to many lectures.HAs a changing meaning...like.