Not knowing the difference between a blue airplane
And a yellow submarine, or to that effect the standard
Deviation between artillery and navy
Whilst inevitably transiting from organic hardwire to metallic
Self-destruct, I remember that we incessantly clicked, called,
Surfaced, even met physically, i.e. in person
- But did we ever met metaphysically?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
always wondered what happened in a yellow submarine, loved the title, if you ever want to reduce life to the meaning of a patriotic life for a clothes peg, blue no less, then 'Brief Ode To A Clothes Peg' is the poem for you
the yellow submarine's also a black box to me, but your nice clothes peg poem's seems to reconfirm the absurdity of the life with Haiky-brevity the Gods have been convicted us of, have a New Year with riches in health, love and poetry –