to my dearest friend & evil girl,
tonight we celebrate the end of the world.
we'll dine on bad food & ignore the dishes,
whilst we review our dead dreams & wishes.
we'll laugh so hard, tears will have to fall.
(i promise there will be lot's of alcohol.)
then we'll all get smashed, scream at the sky,
maybe think up a hundred ways to die,
wake up the dead, ask what life is about
& then watch the dawn burn the night out.
it'll be you & me, plus four at most.
your dearest friend & tonight's host.
A poem on my list of favourites off this site Best wishes Michael Witkowski
you've been writing some outstandingly original stuff lately. looking forward to readng more!
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I would like to translate this poem
wow! Your best one yet!