love is
: rum in your stomach and
whistling the heat of it back through your teeth.
: eyes watering from formaldehyde
and green lips stung by a lime balloon
are
people love,
(feeling like a white-eyed black cat rubbing
circles around confused ankles)
hate is
: love - only opposite.
it's manure on the only diasy
and having to use an electric blanket
or making out your eyes to stand on a
street corner.
hate is
: a cross in the death throes of fire
but love is
bubble gum burst
and glued to the third grade
(November 10,1965)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem