About me
Selfishly let me write about me.
With two hands in holding,
many things; and writing,
too busy with no time
even for getting old
plate full.
Have no time for shopping
no bread, sandwich
comes question:
"What to eat? "
A mountain is ahead
of work and work and work:
"I need time to remove this pile, "
in fact is a mountain;
poetry, and reading and bio
making film…
So in search I saw eggs
of long past…very old;
and also potatoes
(regrown with the leaves.)
Crazy is my life
may be me.
Got a pot and two eggs
potatoes…have them boiled.
Will that be all I eat?
(Breakfast, lunch, supper)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem