Chopping up chunks of thought
previously destined for diaries,
and calling those chunks 'poems'
is my new 'metier'...
My new 'raison d'etre'
my new 'modus operandi'
my new 'gesamptkuntswerk'
if you will.
You don't like it? ,
you don't approve? .
Who asked you anyway? .
Come to think of it....
Who are you?
and how did you get in here? .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem