It's nice to see
we're all entrapped,
I like that,
very much!
caged
by money
& diamonds,
chained to engines
and dreams,
and always
waiting or hoping
for something partly
meaty or obscene to
awake us,
everybody
suffering from
eternal boredom
it's funny that
a game like Monoplay
became oh! so! real!
and yet I feel
I have to keep
feeling for the
feelings to be there,
if not - your are dead,
I trap you in a corner,
just a little one,
so tiny is it
that I dive
into the big
grave inside me,
oh! burials,
mercurials,
speak to me,
I can touch or
break out of you,
any moment!
we are frozen
on the end of
a finger tip,
broken beside
the unsaid word,
and the herd heard
wrong...
all along,
I suppose nostalgia,
requires a modification
of sorts,
like just opening up
without a fear of being
harmed or hurt,
yes this is a place
where people get
stabbed or stamped on,
even worse...
where a world you thought
you knew so well,
turns away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are frozen on the end of a fingertip. Love that line! Although it's just one of many that make this an outstanding poem!