the loathe was penetrable
by HCl
the wave of disgust was fathomable
by centimeters
I let them out and enjoy my soul escapes
as my brain successes with its operation
my eyes spatially gaze at me
tell me, yes, I'm prettier like this
(August 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so mysterious.. i like the title.. the poem is has a mystique of its own.. amazing job.. well done