have you been to London
to visit the Queen?
hey where have you been?
we are waiting
for another round of drinks
with you
a glass of wine
a marlboro stick
some peanuts
another glass
of margarita
remember the rain
and your naked
feet on the
muddy ground
remember the
storm and the
ceasing of the
thunder
remember me?
i am my poetry
now i must admit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem