Puppet X, #11
They've got prizes for you,
my dears. Yes they do
You'll see yourself accepting
I know how happy
you'll be
“O yes O no
You ain't so bad”
O yes
Necktie, white shirt, the usual
But always
right at the edge
of his smile,
there was pain…
There's no need to talk
of death
- the overheated seaweed
- gulls on fire
Whole roomfuls
dying like they don't know it
Your mind
shriveled with sleep
- Once said to live
My wig, your wig…
“I smiled
I didn't hear a word
he said, you
understand
But I smiled…”
* *
I smile
I bend
at the waist
I'd hate to be human
here
Still, I don't think
I can sleep
* *
“Aren't we having fun? ”
“Yes we are…”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem