Front row tickets to the
Underground shows
Chalk lines
Keeping the columns and rows
Three or four's your nine or ten
Help a stranger, shoot a friend
Everyone's alone in the beginning and end
Worldly ideas, idyllic worlds
Oil and gasoline and pigeons and soil
Reminiscent of leaders and lies
Life after death
Death after life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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