Putting the sun behind me
I walked into the stars, beyond the
succulent lake.
A bitch drags you
on asphalt, walking with lipstick,
purse and follies.
Changing the daylight on every corner
you drink a toxic juice
in the recess of darkness.
A theater goes in frenzy
after the bloodbath and inferno in a tunnel.
The spray of hormones will cool you
and I will remember
sadness and sugar
hanging from the bright moon.
A fallen hair, traces the path
of a gorilla.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like poems that are abstract enough that the reader can apply some of their own meaning to the lines. Very nice. You might like reading one of mine titled 'the greatest'