Long Island electric pink
Fashion - the dolls of the dying
Their glass eyes in black make up
Blue green orange red hallways
Fatigues with blood in the mountains
Needles lying on the soiled panties
Christmas tree lit like 5th Avenue
Careers dressed to take all they can
Lilies of the field neither toil nor spin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem