The beer cans are almost esoteric
Banging down the trash shaft,
As shoes slide over dog`s pavements;
Tunnels clatter with steel caps
And piss; an estate with no state.
Your simian face a wall against a
Growler, maybe I`m sorry for the sorry;
But my stomach hops with Angst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem