so let's all get drunk
and write pretty words
or plain words
or weird words
or fancy words
or petty words
or aggravating words
or happy words
let's all get drunk
on poetry
and love
and health
and that very first freedom
and booze
but before all that
let's stop huffing
that ego-soaked rag
you're starting
to imagine
far
too much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'ego-soaked rag'......love it. Love the whole beatnik feel of this. keep on, sjg