But it's my life! !
Can't you see through those glasses darkly?
O I swoon when I see how my words slide and glide
Across the monitor screen!
Then a miracle!
My sacred prating is printed on virgin white paper
And I writhe with desire to read the words
One after another in black ink
That I just made up! ! !
O praise be the spirit that inspired me to such heights! !
O ecstasy! I ejaculate with pure pleasure! !
And that guy says I should read Bukowski?
What's he know about the liquid state of my very soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem