Iron clad monitored the dance
shooting spit balls
Is it does not mean it is without
effort inside.
Print of your mind, eye two one
sees, absolved never to look
both ways.
Garages are empty, reassessed
position, global economy, looses
you in loss, me two.
Why do you travel all the way to
the Philippines to see me get
hammered and nailed every year?
Say it...smile..it is fun...eating rats..
Your hazy thoughts are well spent in futuristic thinking and delivering a world of improbables that may run into possibilities with concrete analysis........well written.............arya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed and in brief.........