Urination
Masturbation
Mass frustration
Situation
Feeling grim
Certification
Clarification
Penetration
Walls within
A clerical error
Is all that it takes
To numb a mind beyond
That shadow of a doubt
Or reasonable doubt
Proclamation
Characterization
Fundamental preparation
H
Is all I know
Fermentation
Intoxication
Proliferation
Abort a nation
Spilling things we never see
Caucasian
Afro Asian
Interpretation
Precipitation
Elevation
Declination
Simple insertion
Ascension
Bill it any way you wanna
It’s still just a song for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The words come up in strong patterns of stress with rhythmic variations that function as dramatic levers of tension. This seemingly relentless rhythm projects both a strong sense of urgency and indignation at the many ways concepts and words become the means of our psychological and spiritual alienations, our “incarceration.” That language, which was born as a liberator of the human race, becomes the means of imprisonment is both pathetic and sad. That poetry may also be the way out of this alienation is significant and hopeful. Very well worked out.