Love,
Nibbled up the Lillies you gave, sort of
roots tasted like bug soil,
still, the air residue, oh shivers
up it, if I had a spine
Was much easier than that ugly of it
my face shifting to a toad smile
toads did you know, lie
The flowers, which angle? do, do confide
Oh and, before it slips away
or gets sucked up by a straw weed
Maya called, yes she, what #7
ponytails, white dice-eyed giggle maker
Cartoons, what a decade ago!
You always ate the fancy fairy doe ones
Would love to have worded her the horror-
that is You, you Daniel
Anyways, she may have,
just 'Shuffed' me into it,
the red-wounded, jealous cow sack
Not one of us wants that
Besides- they say
dead murdered girlfriends aren't 'in' this year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem