Silverstein played Bukowski's hopscotch...
Sidewalk ended on Richard 111's sword.
Emily married Neruda in the Necromantic
Movement...
Never voted in France. Dark dungeons too
Light.
Whitman cuddled Ginsberg with leafy love
Of market lettuce...salad songs.
One of the 300 was Poe...
The Rhinoceros uprooted poetry...only
Dirty prose...
Plath laughs still...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem