Father wouldn't let me aboard the boat,
He left me alone on the shore.
Frozen in motion beneath the new ocean
where I have been stationed before.
Never anew and I'm never the same
Yet always inspired to change.
Asking for nothing and less in exchange
But verses of curses and names.
The sorrow of June and its union of gloom
depresses and vexes my flow.
The sea would caress me and weed should progress me
with feelings that let me let go.
With bones like the stones and a lack of a home,
I roll on and am cast away.
The flesh and the blood how it beckons to stay
until the last days I decay.
Sober and over my last cigarette,
I envy the smoke as it clears.
Foolishly vain I inject some more pain,
I knight it the change of the year.
Viewing the Painting while awkwardly dressed,
the passerby passed me confused.
Left a fuse in my right with a tick in my left,
counting the burn where I lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
counting the burn where I lose, very fine..