Ainerhpozihcs Poem by Julian Takali

O' friends of mine - how glad I am to be with you
The little laughs you share in pretty delight
O' friends of mine - nevermind me being blue
This is me; my sorrow; my flesh true

They told me most frequent of my taste
In the town of children who never leave
Left I did; grew into me; into this waste
Frequent times - frequent times

All I remembers till today is nothing but woe
Nothing but snakes and spiders and boring crows
The city of child eats at its guests
The child had to leave; so he left

Now my dear friends sit round a table with me
Talking of whiskey, leather, women and orchard trees
I love them; I'll keep on it till I'm dead
I hope soon as they all live in I's head