I composed an awkward prayer to the false God in my Temple:
But you are
The Imperial Bold Eagle Rider,
The Poet Mime and The Gypsy Mask Maker-
A Butterfly Chaser-
You are the Troubadour of my secret garden
You are the silencer of my animistic hurricanes as The Reed Player in my concert
I dream of dreams dreamy-
all glittery and full of color as are beads of Galveston island strand-
guaranteed to work
each time and time again
as that bubble gum machine at Clark's
and when I think of it all-
I laugh nand I chatter as someone who didn't know his soup was hot and salty
The God in my Temple roars with laughter:
Chaste, indeed, is the temple into which you have me adorned-
.............TBC
all glittery and full uf color
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem