although cleaner and clearer inside
this two tone heart tick tocks on
with agitated bordeom
washing, frying, defying the devilish desires
planning, scanning, yet crying silently for distraction.
sobriety makes sense to the sensible,
the appeased and the faithful
why further yourself away from life
when it is the only true means of escape.
less blurry, sterner in step
smoother face, longer lasting lover
more productive, more seductive
can hold a pen without spilling its ink.
Yet when drunk there is no void to fill
no chance of change, no better brighther day.
For sobriety leaves a burning, yearning wish
to pack up, to go, but take nothing
to leave your mark, in bars, on streets, on hearts
that which is easy creates the biggest hole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem