and fame and you
and out of now where
and each day you slide back down
and you did what for it
and that gutter over yon did you drink from it
and your face..what of your face
and of it did you show me first..keep pace
and why do you do it how do it now and stop
and privacy and eating out and that aviator no more
and even the birds will refuse your head when you walk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem