I am deluged with words
And their figurative curves.
I see how a king
Can pass through the guts
Of a beggar.
I don't need to be
A melancholy Prince
To understand
The string theory
When a worm
Gets stretched
From ground to beak.
Or the night sky
Become a crossword.
Lakes are pools of tears.
Clouds bandaid bleeding dimensions.
The earth is a five ball
Caromming through
The felt universe.
Is anything what it once seemed.
I have voices
Conversing
In figures of speech.
Should I be
Tied to a stake,
Or,
Heard as a soothsayer.
There,
See what I'm talking about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant. Tried to leave it at one word, but the background coding wouldn't allow it. Need more words I guess. Not enough static in the universe. Yours carom off my soul, though, leaving a little dent. thanks.