I wonder what I should say to start the blood rolling,
To keep the energy high,
The level even up-upper.
Not too much in the clouds
Or flopping in the centre of our existing pleasures.
Far from cries of hunger and loneliness.
Just the whimpering in sunlight for the desire to lash out in all directions.
To keep the ventricles free and the head light to boot.
I am ready right now.
I am ready right now.
I am at the start.
The preface and the coda.
The epilogue and the legend.
Oh-Ho Ho!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't get it. I know that when poetry is written whoever get's it is who it's for, but I was completely engulfed in the words and still, I don't get it.