Such an auditive roof
like pots and pans escaping
So put a blues over it, maybe
Cee eff or gee it
Worse than getting
years ago, in the playground
Smacked in the gob
By Trudy with
Hair like a nautical cable
The parting;
You explode like a bombed bouquet
And fall into the platform
Down the silver stairs
And if this
Breaks me like a fallen cup
Then for God`s sake..
This is more than I need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem