DERELICTS, invisible priets,
whale bones underneath my
dreams.
WINOS, muddle in soot, wake
up says the bottle, its times
to sing.
FREAKS, gnawing at the past,
scatterd confetti, finds a place
to land.
wake up,
wake up,
says the man in your head, im
just to tired to get drunk again....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading 'Float' very much! check your 'priests' out! David...'up says the bottle, it's time to sing...' maybe? 'scattered' confetti? ...Just thoughts. LSP