They pull fish out of thin air
calving to pieces so thinly.
Maybe it's your heavenly i like.
Fish not open bladders that well
still puff and huff ok..It might
still be June, but she never ever
handled a cleaver like that ok..?
I will stay in the bowl with moon..ok?
If you want some noodles..well just
easy with those Styx pulling on it..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you're... bizarre.. to say the least..... however it doesnt stop me coming back to your poems.. in fact in draws me to your poems..! ! :) ... i'm sure you'll be hearing from me again soon hehe :)