do i look like one?
do i see as one?
do i appear as one?
do you smell one?
strange as it is i have just now come to understand
fear in this form and thank you clatsop county. Now I finally know, that fearm it can appear in this form and smell something awful and in all my time being connected to that county-not a single advocate bothered to tell me-
a damn thing. *And in that I say thank you
it was bliss for a minute
even taking me serious
offering to keep me
a name nameless
but...
just as i started to find a center
and tear it apart
it became about the bigger
associated party
and its okay
its nothing you did
but do tell me
i pause
no do not tell me a thing
just hail to the county
a County called King
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem