Words of praise
in your general parameter
put together, your skin gets
magic black and all the best
things in life.
All the very best things in life.
I knit together shredded paper
to write this. Sunflowers
the height of dusk shadows
as we speak squeaky clean
tortured with air guns.
The DS are asked 'what's WHACK
? Take a step back you step
on my dreams, my monkey tree,
my rainbow, pot of gold,
bottle of gin and generic strength
flu juice.'
What was WHACK was that
you had magic black
you had magic white you had
all the very best things in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem