sometimes writing is like pulling the
teeth of a thrashing shark whilst
his mouth is wrapped tightly around your leg
then other times the shark spits
his teeth at you
then calmly swims away
Sometimes it comes easily, and sometimes it's a pain in the neck...like the shark's teeth, sometimes words are hard to get out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Damn, Jake, you said a mouthful that time and how true.