After forty days of hunger
From a bird, eye view perspective's being
entered by a demonic fair
during the devouring of grains of sand
and coral reeds of scorpion tail
One afternoon came to me unexpectedly
Injecting through the lips of starvation
The hour of death
As succulent gaspy and undefined form
of the broken glass
a sweet slate of thirst, like soot, cursed me
in a swollen mouth
This is the groundwork for a well-founded in all aspects.
And they forced me to throw up the bile
epic episode never caught before on
requested picture by of me entering
well placed backings by not chasing dreams
I ignited the wistful fire
memmoring idealistic flash of mad-genius penetrates
circumstances between origins of authenticity.
And I've eaten food pieces
the adhesives to the body as nutritive matter
medically induced straight jacket's ability to correct
and lit long direly needed indulgence of flames.
I cleaned intestines of the brainiac beast
my facets with this blinding echo of eagerness
mad mad carnivore
to the funeral feast.
This is the morning of my madness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an insightful piece of poetry written in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Leila.