BROKEN lines, with a crazy smile,
eyes pointed up, towards the
burning sun.IS this it, you yell
at GOD, or just another bad trip.
BROKEN lines with some happy dust,
a woman sits by herself, with her
pipe, and drugs, is this it, she
yells at GOD, or just another bad
trip.
BROKEN lines mend as one, they
wash there bodies in the water
of GOD, is this it, they both yell,
yes says the king, now go back
home.
BROKEN lines, with crazy smiles...
I like the poem, just the words in all caps make it hard for the reader to be able to understand the meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
emotional geography, wow this poem is one of a kind.brilliant work here David