I dreamt of whisky on the rocks
and a fight with one of my so called
mates
last night,
i prefer that to
dreaming of the Apocalypse
and mortar shells
and blondes getting raped
on streets populated
by grasshoppers and old snails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess I'd have to choose that one, too.