to begin life again
you stop being an artist
which means no poetry
nothing about art for breakfast
plain sunny side up egg
orange juice and the job section
in the news
poetry is instability
art is being lost and weird
there is no money in there
but unnecessary emotion
it is not new stuff
normal people you say talk that way
you are wrong
i have money, and fame and honor
i landed in a high position
makes decision about other
people's lives and their properties
it is the light of the day and the
people that i meet that make
stability
art fills in the gap to maintain
a high sense of sanity
poetry creates the music
its cadence and rhythm make
the march smooth and sound
its depth has made the river
navigable
and its shores have become
the comforting port of
my weary soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem