Water bottle,
pet scan,
deaf tune
broken microphone
burst open is that cover
inside my sore
been digging to find the key
to untide this sunny day.
was not inside the curtains,
was not between the lines.
is not here.
if exists in angst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats good kinda cool. I dont entirley understand it, but then again, who really understands poetry anyway? I know I dont understand my own. Anyway, nice job.