the wooden cage my stereo is housed
in
deserves to die,
I decide
and I kick it hard
several times
succeeding
only in hurting my foot and knocking
off what was on top
I return to alternately cursing
at the radio, it’s case
and singing with the current song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this. I see a lot of raw talent here.