Toss me out into the universe
Slingshot back- watch out:
There's black ice on the road
I need to bring clean underwear
a bathing suit, pajamas.
Or was it dog food, leftover
eggnog and an old banana?
-slightly too far north for
winter moths
Road Trip!
Pondering quietly the little deaths
Reciting the verse that made
mother freak out/ playing
nasty violins that make babies
cry and cats sing like
miniature Pavarottis
I haven't killed anyone yet today
but I'm thinking of starting with you
-Funny that you can say 'freak out'
but you can't say 'that which' or
'such as' without getting into trouble.
The dead don't dance- they twitch
Do people- stop- even send
telegrams- stop- anymore- stop.
Screaming back through the atmosphere
burning up- bright orange and blue
Remember the time you thought I was
poor, and so you gave me your shirt?
-yeah, that was fun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem