nonsense dots the mind
like so many fly spots
frequently evacuated via
a pin size brain and oral canal
glued to the paper
on which they land
stuck there in Turdville
until the janitor throws
the mess away
with the complacency
and gross apathy
of a lost cause…..
2008 © TS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a pretty elemental rebellion against life Ted... I can sympathise after a fashion... but we're all locked in our little nonsense chambers.... though some are more challenging than others..... and yeah, being you own man.. tough task... but what are we if we don't try.? Pithy, concentrated stuff. jim. (Don't know what I was thinking about when I started the first effort....)