Glass cooling into the daydreams of class:
All of his eyes running across the desks with the elk
And the rain deer:
Afraid to look at the beautiful women, the grounded substitutes:
The housewives taking time off
From attending to super exaggerated trailer parks
Until evening looms,
Marooning baseball diamonds,
Making witches fluster on their brooms- returning to the daycares
Of the tiny cul-de-sacs of forests:
And the feral girls living there for awhile growing lustrous horns,
Returning to the rabbits who feast with them
On the endives and scuppernongs underground:
Until they too finally have to forget themselves
And travel up the stone rivers to colleges and universities:
And the other cemeteries of the once fair grounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem