I love your way
might it be the way
that your life curls
over my imminent attack
on your nerves
& thoroughly system
like way of dealing with my noise-
some life
sum life
when the sun insists
you got no boots
to shine
the mirror
that you are
for my nonsense
sickle through the vegetation
of my extrapolation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem a lot Mr.Pryor! Thanks for sharing!