Last night I had the clearest dream
I was a heroin addict
Lying in a bathtub with my dry blood
A girl beside me
both with a needle inside
the blood was dried
but someone had tried
to wipe it of the bathtub
when I woke up I cried
Last week I had the clearest vision
I was a dry bone
Lying in a coffin with my sly mind
A picture beside me
The girl with the needle inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem