Wish I had things
worth saying
and reading
at 6 pm
on a Tuesday morning
Words and thoughts
justifying
misspallliings
and the beers
I had to get her
jump me
in the taxi here
and for this poem
to materialize
Then again
Sometimes
life
worth living
exceeds
worth writing
about
and you all
and
words
inside my head
become
nothing
worth
mentioning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem