You should stay
to see
a harbour full of seagulls
And not writhe
on a gurney
before glass faces
Or be locked
in a room full of porkers
eating importance
You should cherish
Valhalla and other words
in your notebook
Be free from
all the porn bats
with their leather and sweet faces
And bend all this
wire against the window
back into shape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
back in to shape, good one, thanks.