as i head home
after a lecture
leaving some
gaping mouths
open
i drive the car
alone like
i am a worm
like i am inside
this hollow
ground
and i breathe
all alone
the road for home
is dark and at this hour
it is only my car
moving on the
road
memories flash
on the glass
everything moves against you
and you penetrate the loneliness of the trees
like a bullet from a gun
wanting to shoot everyone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem