Milton on LP
I asked and
-he came in; not with Fix
-but eight cans, Mexican…
We drank
-he is gone…
-feel drunk and recall…
-all the talks
A thunder is the jet
-taking me to poems
-and poets, and writers
-and seasons, locations…
It lands and I walk, march…
Trees, lights
-in Russia
-Italy, Canada
-memories of the Fix
-in Athens' Ammonia
Drunk I, in plane
-landed it my friends
-in port of Diyarbakir
Now I feel Socrates
-to Lenin, Bolshevik
-marching with Red Army…
Lovely is recalling
-when drunk…
-vanish walls
-dilutes time
-past to now, end of life
He left with suggestion:
-"Be sure to watch series
-The Americans…"
-I watched parts;
-is worthless piece of shit…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem