The previous poem had been written
In microsoft word, a different window.
Thus the experience was wholly different,
Somehow detached from the Real.
Speaking of which, the Imaginary Real
Was always in my dreams, placed
There by constant forces on TV:
Aliens and monsters all around,
Ooey Gooey Zombie Flesh,
Rotting masquerades-
But again, enough of that,
References like this will never stand
The test of time. So we should seek
A metaphysical sort of poetry,
Like Wallace Stevens did,
That one time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem