sheet at sunstrike
vomit at daybreak
so early any thought is frightening
hauntingly robed and sharp and garish
a perspective missing components
dawn is a shrill horn humming notes that tease with a corpselike yonder
ill be fist-fighting with tiger-lilies soon, dear.
K
its not even
nor can it
say it till its alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem