You ran away with the cake again well done
we ive got a big one aces high
Tumble in the meadow for her every whim
Again just an image
The truth a storm
The solution the crystal river designs the course through the dafodils to gods mirror
some allegory of perfect beauty,
consult the god of yearning questionaires
consult the pink clouds
consult the yellow flowers in the green valley
Kiss her on the lips dont miss, a thing of the vaporous being
Words of hate words of love
under the weeping wilow by the river
images and black holes
spontenaity of premeditation
sugestion of aces, still waiting for my body to utter
pink cloud rubber ball in blue
i love you
can i sit beside you
be crucified by you
lick your dreamy phantom
touch your flesh
Say hello these flowers pink carnations for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem