open deep with your necter anguish,
drink up your cocktails, then spit out
the lowdown, this twilight is nothing
more then a flop house, etched in black
and blue stones.
open deep with your necter anguish,
then pour youself a cocktail, and watch
as your worn out dreams, find themselfves
in your beatifull light.
Effulgent imagery & an awesome title highlight this fine work, David... F. j. R.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This whole poem is wonderfully 'etched in blue' - enjoyed it. avr