Relying on the head you’re bound to fail,
because the instincts to the body are confined;
despite all your priorities, your tail
has answers leading you from self-betrayal.
I found these Italian words on the web, but don’t know their source.:
Maledetta testa. Maledetta testa, dico io. Se avessimo meno testa e più istinto sarebbe meglio. Perchè il nostro corpo è più intelligente di noi.
The Italian words and my poem could have been sung by Don Giovanni, about whom I wrote a poem, “What Once Was, ” yesterday, which is why I have added this poem to my catalogue which contains more than one thousand and three poems.
5/26/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem