A sick electron kiss
Bespots the gimlet length of me,
Like some narcotic hiss
Spoiling the warp and weft of me.
Molecules dismissed
Of their latent plasma's buoyancy;
A jelloed bloody dish,
All that's left of the heft of me.
Drying eyes in petri dish-
Coaxed to give up death's disease-
Stare unsocketed as fish
Escaped from once landlocked sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like you've been spending too much time in the laboratory with a mad scientist! Fun one! -chuck