i swim for my life, every thing Rich's,
big parties..
deep swimming pool, night times,
blue royals, wazoo.
i laughs..i fumbles another, .wiggling finger,
is numb blind.
i lay upward, so still, pictures
they the, many are faces, is this heaven.
her tears took zest, once salty,
party hat flavors, ruins is a once face shiny.
this cold metal box, is to keeps
frozen once lushness, brittle little pubes, once loved me.
where is my party hat, where is me, outside..
can you not see me? ..look..here i am, over here.
it haves been drinking, you are blind again to it.
the saw of many teeth, is wiser than him,
he would at least ask me, before he ate into me.
i left throughout, the me, on my chest the big...deep why......
this is well done.. inside you, there are questions and answers inside it, many things are described inside the poem is overlooking a view nice to read, i like this beautiful work..grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
complex poem i had to swim accross yours backwards, forwards just to grasp whether it was poetry yes it was and a nice one too a tenner from me anjali