It's a bit like coffee really,
bittersweet.
For one thing to go right,
another must go wrong
-or perhaps a few.
Borderline tendencies
stop what little progress there may be.
A few steps forward,
A couple million back
My schizoid imaginaries launch their attack,
Down with Achelois, Aphrodite and Apollo,
Your sadistic mouth begins to swallow.
Float around in their twisted glee
Just don't drown,
And make sure, we don't see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, great poetry! ~~Elya Thorn~~