I think Helms and chicken feet
a great torture of knees
rubbing "too senstive" "much sensitive"
it is a dead, hallucinating lucifer
"bless his name, he has been so good to me"
spanked free for certainly not the first time
a young boy's T-cell couint hits fifty
hungry past the gape mouthed years
of incessant squirting and pawing
the senator laughs and adds another
breast to the fire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem