Scouting
Finished the script of a film,
Siren, is what named it,
And grave is my need,
To turn it to movie,
So, went out scouting
Richmond, Westminster
Saw a good location, Fraser.
That is where met a girl
With dirty curly hair,
And badly worn dress,
She smoked cigarette,
Long inhales, short exhales.
In her eyes ran questions
About the film, Siren.
In short pitch, I told her.
Became lead,
Showed graves,
Till stopped…
"Here lies my mother
While I am a homeless! "
She told me in detail.
In no time was balloon
Caught by a big baboon
That played, pressured,
Shed tears when bitten.
"Will you be my Percy? "
Pleaded and begged me.
Mesmerized by her words
Told her that needed more.
"Help Mary to have sex,
Over her mom's grave,
As did Percy Shelly."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem