where is the bite in your poetry?
…hey, all you love-sick juveniles
and puppylove-dabblers at philosophy…
where is the sting and the zing?
the ting and the oomph and the zoom?
expose first your forearms
to the vampire, that poetry bug
whose fang-bite torments you
until there is nothing you want
but a life of verse and death by poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem