oneness
Between us; Ken and I
Broken are the walls…
No secret and no lies…
He knows me as if I
I know him dot to dot
In this age and as child…
Came over with what I
Asked of him, pyramid
Steinbeck and Kazan
With James Dean
-the wild guy!
We drank Bacardi
And had talk, walked the walk
As old, young; and confirmed:
-we are fucked
-by no one but by us…
-we were young
-and did wrong
-with parents
-with schools
-and the girls
Finalized:
-we are fucked
-by no one
-but by us…
Stupid! ! !
He left and
I am left.
Brothers; each of us
Remembers in own thoughts
The past and tries to…
-no repeat of old shit…
-past mistakes are enough!
Hey fuckers, no border
Regardless of our past
We are good brothers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem