Walking in the snow I saw a glove.
It stood up and said, "Please stay
awhile and I'll tell you how I got here."
Then a crow grabbed my hat
and it became a cat that smiled at
me and said, "You're better off dead."
Two men all in black grabbed me
and tied me to a post. Then I saw
a light racing toward me but
I was tied up. Then a sack was thrown
over me and i couldn't move my legs.
A big goldfish appeared beside me
and coughed out an orange which
jumped up and bit my ear...to this
I remarked, "How queer? "
There I was, tied to a post, a goldfish
Vomiting oranges, a bitten ear, and
a pig appeared that looked dead.
What nonsense, don't you think?
As the fish buttered some toast it began
to boast that it killed the pig.
I just couldn't cope with this shit
so I woke up, thinking, "What the hell? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have seen mature people loose imaginative power but your dream description is magnificent. Thank-you.