Drunk dusk
Marketing is when a
Rotating, spot light,
Or flash
Goes alight in window.
What about a western balcony?
He or she, confident:
“I’m alone, on my own,
With sacred private and secrets.”
West sky is painting masterpiece
Worth the time when watching
Golden, red, then becomes scary
Sort of darkish grey, like devil.”
Everywhere, all-over
Exposed, nude is skin
Soft touches of breeze
In the dusk…
The actor is drunk with sky.
The glass, crystal
Is filled with, the red-wine:
“Lovely Hell; this is life.
Being nude and drunk
In western balcony.
Watch skies”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem