Schvitzing Dylan
Beads on my brow
Harmonica in my now
Transporting me to this relic's salvation
Needless in its purpose
Selfless in its demands
Except for a grande bow
To the caffeinated queen
Nothing about this screams
Solace and wilderness
Tepid and grounded
But it's the most delicate, lovely moment I've had all day.
(3/31/11)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem