a yellowpage picasso somwhere
between
mullberry and mullenhauser.
daydream chatter creats cityscapes
with crystal raindrops falling from bent
and wrinkeled page corners.
futher down the colloms between
meeks and myer robots sit in a cafe
eating fried rice with chopsticks
and talking about the whether.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem