Spasms of majesty, erect and dysfunctional.
Boldly cowering in the chaise lounge.
There's a name for that somewhere, I whisper.
Lost in the halls of adolescence, unhindered.
Big red blotchy balloons and cookies, yum.
Can't eat the aeroborne but the others, hmm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem