The way you started off-
(i thought
you had a sword upstairs)
- i wanted to go with you.
But
you and i were shedding tears
over large pegs of rum and coke
and the thought of hungering masses
made you order some more chips
you and i believed in the printed word
mail order sales and the celluloid gods;
you and (therefore) i were anasthetized
into an omniscient impotence.
i would have gone with you
even if you had set out
to fight windmills with lances.
But
did you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Bala. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks