You are no exception.
However the wild arms may
undulate at two sides,
the aspecrts of a chart
(North and the South) deliberating
behind the closed doors and open relationships.
One begins halfway into a film of device
and passes the hours developing genital
Hollywood to roll up around the smallest finger.
Nobody has the means for jewels,
we're taking tickets, drunk by gold,
sticking stomach onto our hands
and sleeping in subtle rewind.
Life still resounds through extremities.
Sometimes, by the hours,
when your hair starts with a film of device,
any identification of dialogue will
simply record this short lucky nudity with
our matchstick bodies.
If sitting with the dead doesn't
weaken your knees,
bend the spine with teeth chattering,
if our quiet tone doesn't
strike anywhere,
you'll never make it out alive.
Bathing in wine,
drunk with the caskets
and their culling silence
into forever.
Hi! I’m Eddie Roa and I just got in to this website. By chance I came across your name in the list of poets and read some of your works. Your poem takes a bit of time to digest. A bit Dadaist I think. Intriguing at the least. I have posted some of my poems today and a few days ago.. My style ranges from light to dark poetry (modern enough but not postmodern) and some Japanese verse forms like haiku, senryu and tanka. I hope you will bother to check out my work. Thanks and happy writing.
Pretty obtuse, Ryan. I can't penetrate the meaning. Maybe I'm just dense. I think you wrote the poem for yourself. However, if you want other people to connect with it, you'll have to modify your internal language and give a few more hints about what you're talkinga about. Of course, that would essentially involve compromise, something you may not want to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your creativity shows itself in this brilliantly written poem