i.
the will to survive
is
so it goes
test
not to say
they are growing
tickle
styrofoam
testicle soup
strange fruit
back in the wood
not to mention
great stew
so far so good
the v.
behind the wood shed
we had a meltdown
from the empty places
from the barren places
rock hot
sun born
ii.
Rx
against the wind
clash of socks
red and green
Soledad sucks
fourteen days
in the sock drawer
pastiche
room for one
Agamemnon
literary minds
immobile
lives behind
I’m mobile
then you flew by
fly on swift wings
the longer now
iii.
big six
catcher’s rye
sand of son
broken wings
boys in the band
so i am
cheese on rye
sunflower
numbers
thirty
ten
fifty
in the glass
time remembered
so am i
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem