psychadelic’s made me talk to
an ugly girl with cigarettes,
her friend and the boyfriend
who didn’t have a lighter, cigarettes
or money
I bought all of them shots
or excuse me, I gave money to the
boyfriend who bought shots,
while staring at the cigarette of the ugly girl
as she talked to me
about something I’m sure I wasn’t
interested in.
the burning of the cigarette
was much more beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem