The bloody wax of silence ripped out
save yourself
no return ticket
lash under the weight of a whore`s breath
a little pighead with a big O
a fish gasping on a quay
silver arms spark and dance
two strangers at tango
impossible: more holes than anything
and right this time? - forget it;
nothing fits either
the bastards have got it wrong again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
save yourself. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.