I wish this chronic…
I wish this chronic,
clinically diagnosed, disability:
This obsession to write;
Its need to place letter beside letter;
in sort of intimacy, caress;
A matchmaker of words, so to speak.
It is this I wish would cease and desist;
It is incurable. a terminal disease
that will claim me at end!
A bloodletting…
From back in the feudal ages;
With leeches, heated, bulbous, glass jars;
And, still, the demons persist;
prodding!
Until I insist, myself, to pare the vein,
and let the venom out…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem