I don't relate to this at all.
Of course here
it's only letting you know
I was here.
Helpless.
Despite trying to understand
the too many metaphors
I choked on the black smoke
falling downwind
from the cement-white chimney.
I'm sad
about the wasted cab-fare
but sure loved the original thought
of her mascara
tattooing my lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem