Personal Deity
I have a friendly ghost in the living room
before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes
it up not spilling a drop.
But hang on if you believe in an afterlife
It follows there must be a God which you think
Is a myth designed for fear of death?
To disappear into the vast nothingness
Personal Deity
I have a friendly ghost in the living room
before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes
it up not spilling a drop.
But hang on if you believe in an afterlife
It follows there must be a God which you think
Is a myth designed for fear of death?
To disappear into the vast nothingness
where nothing exists.
So the explanation must be my dexterity
grabbing the glass before it hits the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem