The August light
Burned like acid
A fool twiddled
His legs shook
She looked happy
On that big dark screen
Like a giant lovers lane
Within his mind
And she was
His star of everything
And he was
Her dying serpent
And she remained
Amazingly cute
You know
Like a rabbit
Oh he'd dig for her
And then
He could
Finally rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What imagination!