words that bend mortal men
creates universal haphazards,
holds seconds in grasps of
meager men that are stove up in
looking glasses and hairpieces
words that poets scream for
searching at midnight,
looking under great oak trees
walking red clay roads, driving convertibles
calling radio stations, needing
social interaction
the drink of bums with PhD's
doctors that prescribe pain-
killers for themselves, liquid
abbreviations and adjectives
They are just words
Written in Braille on the rings of halos
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem