capturing
the raw
messy
essence
of yourself
is better
then to play
sincere
dress up
with cocky
ideology
or doctrine
the firing line
proves what
you made of
a suicidal maniac
or a sobbing stripper
running with
fatwa candle sticks
dashing and ducking
g-string disillusioned
i know what i assume
what i assume
you do not know
what is it you ask?
do not even try eunuch
girl!
none of your god damn
business
but OK i will let you
in on a secret of mine
i will die
on my own terms
and not what gold leaved
texts
or romantic didactics
prescribes..
this is not my stage
but i will scramble
my composition
till it is mine..
escorted politely off
the stage
i will dance...i will make a
scene
and exit with frolicking
laugh
my last breathing chant
Its a comedy....a joke and a
bloody disgrace..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem