what i want
will keep
me
from being buried
in consecrated ground
what i want
has no light at the end of
that tunnel
what i want is no thought of you
or God
just worm fodder
now that is an end
i could really put my faith in
i want to take a leisurely stroll
off the edge
of a flat earth
i want to go
where there is only flat rainbows
or no rainbows at all
a place where only a black wind
blows
a place that feels like
love spent
a place where love
no longer haunts me
like ghosts in graveyards
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