Pink clouds on
A fieldtrip in a nude museum-
Tourists on the island of
West Palm Beach
Take fieldtrips into my childhood-
Taking snap shots of nude shells
Images up in those imaginary things,
The superflous aspects of things
Which captivate scientists:
These are the objects of my study,
Out of reach,
Of another realm: Platonic yet
Broken in form
Not worth a coin
Thrown in the wishing well of glitter
Or up to the ceiling her eyes once
Brushed,
Turning to greet the patrons on
The shores of her makebelieve-
Shadows of a corporeal form
Belonging to another man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem