Splintered face boy
On your day-trips
On your morning afters
On your riverboats
On your ashen feet and stained lips
On your midnight pyres
Tears falling from your loose eyes
And your cracked face dancing for pennies
On every corner I
Go
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I would like to translate this poem
very intriguing, i enjoy the subject matter immensely, had bit of a Beat poet feel. best care, susanjane