MADAM dinky flips her little pinky,
at the clouds and sun, and trees,
with a hohum burst, she spits in the
dirt, then waits for her beatiful king.
MADAM dinky hovers in her dreams, like
whore, jester, or thief, with a ho hum
burst, she spits in the dirt, then
waits for her long lost king.
MADAM dinky found her lost king,
in a bar down the street, with a
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem