Restless hot summer night
to the neighborhood watering hole,
Seeking Conversation,
I should have brought a book to write in
Ice cold beer wash over me until I can deal
with this explotion of stupidity
They realy think im here out of lonliness
I feel for there ignorance of women
Though I did indeed meet a poet
he was in love
though he still had dirty intentions,
soft and young and intelligent,
I vow no more Poets!
I wish to love your thoughts only
for the body of a poet is a page to far gone
to write on.
Yet still I think of this beacon in a barrel of drunken phalluses
try to forget the questioning face of intelligance
the bombardment of philisophical ridicules questions
and that he asked me to dance, under the fairy moon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem