your Spanish may not be up to match the polish
of an El Cid but when you’re a rhea
you need not keep track of the et cetera
Horst Jankowski lost himself
amidst the notes of his sea
his staff was as slippery as if laminated in Greece
his ideal was to spin out and reroute
the mode of his mores
from reasoning to hotdogging an hosanna of the eta
as if it were a question of a seizure for perfection
such a blunder
an usurpation of the ceremony
irreparable in disencumbering
the retro rondo of a ritornello
kindled in the skillet of a figured target
bearcats should not bedevil the lure
of Saturn but bequeath a better satellite
to the ideals of ceremonial rite
and high travels
cash does not last
a so so mash the way the doe goes
one needs to domesticate all errors
rehouse the innards of a barrel
send the devil – that traitor
traveling to his region
follow a guide to ebullience
- June 2,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem