The house plant
Bends under the heavy air.
On the table
Among a full ashtray and a tobacco bag
Were bills of Gas & Electricity,
The ship sails on the wall
The bird pecks at the singer's head
(A CD cover)
I disturb my room,
It gets narrow.
The ship disappeared
Night sits in the corner
Wrapped up in the thick air.
Translated by the author.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem