i wanted that stylized jetbird
chrome bent wingtipped rocket-hawk
nine years before
i was sent-enced here
it was the hot one
ten years before that
there was another hot one
and it mushroomed
in our economy
our dreams
fears
real
imagined
unimaginable
sent us moving
always moving
burning choking
screaming
locusts
god was above
devil in the cold east
it changed nearly as fast as the fashion
the shell shaped sweep of the speedo
ancient divining device
987 bow ties
tickle under my five year old fingers
i think the ghosts found me amusing then
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem