overnight dream liner
they're imaging the walls
you on a high
recliner in the stalls
the usherettes fast-feed you
from mobile multi-bars
but speed is an illusion
halfway to the stars
listen to them holler
out there in the wings
no-one seems to foller
whatever it is they sing
though you say you can't remember
your ticket says you ride
and frame by frame you're flickering
from somewhere deep inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem