Chelsea, that's a common name for those deluded with a sense of the uncommon
Don't understand it's excessive to call you five or more times a day
There is nothing to hold on to and this produces desperation
In Stalkerville
Where everyone knows everything about everyone else
And getting to know someone is an act of violence
We prepare to be bombarded with attentions of the most psychotic type
You make me want to lock myself in a vault
And not hold on to any introductions
"Darling" sounds like the foulest obscenity coming from his lips
Elaborate fantasies greet you at the city limits
She pummels you with the terse abruptness of who you are
She turns off the light and goes into the bomb shelter
You wonder how money eluded you
And a lack of personal satisfaction made you fat
And fixation on a personal statement of what you should have had
For she is an embodiment of all that you got wrong
Of all that eluded you
Nobody deserves anything
I can't make this work for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem