Culture, Pipe And Something Can Still.. Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

'small' the man in the big armchair,
is feeling as the great boss.
it is winding him,
it is straightening him,
it is exciting him, and isn't getting down.

'small' the man likes everything to the flash
and the sheen of the steel pipe
will recall coming back in the morning
how on it wenches squirmed girl

he will remember their songs because,
he can always stand by the pipe
staring oneself into little, even to say into big
in the day must think about the culture.

or to participate in debates
he can be an evening in the attack
until there is no heart attack
in the day is carrying his heavy pouch

with documents, with notes
with political arguments
for as far as him legs are getting out
when he is going quickly to the limousine

carrying this weight with himself,
at the thought about all pipes which shining,
the lips are silent and lungs are playing,
and to sing very much, he want.

girl ah girl!
I want to do only.. a spin on this pipe,
instead of you
I have I still have dextrous hands,
and something more...or not...