Does the darkness inspire you
Swimming in your aquarium
Revelling like a garbage heap
Decaying in the oceans
Are you perverted and covered?
We seem bewildered amidst the stars
Disjointed sojourners with sordid crotches
Oh well life must listen to the dark blood
Clean your filthy house
Some writers leave dishes
Now the ancient hour brings quiet
The hour where the bugs sleep
I can write like a naked woman in heels
I can think my evil thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some say, what ever makes you happy?