A siren goes off,
tires stick to the
dry pavement, a heavy
fog fills her mind,
and in comes a perfect
drug, , ,
LADY lucyafer, throw out
your FIST, and take hold
of the cold wind.
A siren goes off, and
there you stand....
DAVID....DREAMSCAPES SCREAM OUT FROM THEIR FURTHEST DEPTHS A QUANDRY OF ABSTRACTS IN MOTION...I LOVE IT! '''''''''FRANK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting, , , , i have read a number of your poems, and wow, each one really captured my curiosity, and put my mind at play. your symbols, so well chosen. =) also, your are so unique, creating your own 'language.' Like lucyafer.. =) Is there a connotation for siren? because i first thought of it as the police car's siren, then when the image of lady lucyafer appeared, i imagined the sirens confusing and hypnotizing pirates. =)