The sledgehammer in my head hammers
away, imploding eardrums as I try in vain
to think translating thoughts - to commit a
few translating deeds - with the net effect
I'm lost in a hive of secret rules I will never
understand, the shrinking feeling indenting
my head & sucking all light and theory into
the black hole lurking there - is leaving me
with the realisation that the light shining in
the darkness did not reach my brain - with
the angry Little Alien glaring at life through
the red haze of scared incomprehension
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem