Liver little
Bile of ages run
Acid of humanity
Shudder in the morning sun
Hold the door
Create what you can't see
Have a drink
Or two, or three
Have monotony
Master meter maid
Stand up to those giants
Never seem afraid
Have methodology
Have a soul, have a brain
Have a sector
Reserved for pain
Have a hole
For the insane
Watch your life
Slip down the drain
shall now go and take a long hard look at my lifes infrastructure: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet another winner. It reminds me of some of the French symbolists poets who mixed sybolic gestures to create a sum of more than the combined parts. My impression was very clear and I shall keep reading this poem for a long time to come.