the world and way-beyond
being my lobster
and from the very tip of his furthest claw
just off the intergallactic-highway ninety-nine
there's a coffee-bar
and for those who had the time
just then
and they pretend to see
along the woodland path
the Stick-man leaning 'gainst a tree
and Doll-doll
dangled upside-down
had their own agenda
and we were 'not party-to'
that other world
and what there passed between
the 'straightman'
and his 'brief encounter'
with the 'dancing-queen'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem