It aint nothing
just an illusion
but when you
turn on the camera!
she goes kind of crazy
kind of caught up
in a trance
on her own
no mans island
she performs
in the nakedness
of her reality
she becomes
a work of fiction
where there is no
law and order
to abide by
you are free
to do whatever
you please
she listens
to an album of music
mostly sounds
just like jazz
and her whole
body becomes a colorful
snake
that is crawling around
upon the carpeted floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or like a great field that gone unexplored, great poem here you have written, thank you.