If it attacks you
out from censoring lines
undo the troubled magnets,
erase the streaming Venus,
unchanged dilemma
on the filthy side.
Come and mock the
window people
with they're dream-like eyes.
Beyond the canopy
are electric twitching seekers,
elect a housefly to your bludgeoned skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that fact that your poetry makes perfect sense to you. You can tell that you were moved to write it and it was meant originally for an audience of one. It lends your writing an honesty which is difficult to find in many other poems. Have to admit, find it difficult to find all the meaning, but in some ways that's how poetry is best!