there’s leak in my head
or the plug was pulled and all vitality drained
The dregs are left
or maybe that’s the concentrate
of me for what it’s worth
So upturn my skull
scrape the bowl
and compost my mind
let’s see what we can unearth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what we can unearth, good writing, thanks.