butterflies in the garden
dancing from flower to bush
cocaine fear, cocaine sweat
I have the turntable on,
playing old Stones
dogs at the door, whining
they want to come in
water beads on the sides of the beer
slides down the glass
I put down the gun
cross the room
open the door
let them in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
butterflies in the garden dancing from flower to bush cocaine fear, cocaine sweat I have the turntable on, Drugs and suicidal tendency...... very well portrayed in this poem. tony