gets to play
its part
a major supporting role
Adam's clay
beast of burden
a china bowl
erotic zone
work of art
philosopher's stone
then folds in
upon itself
rebels
gradually recedes
depletes
just wears out
no more
and then, no,
there's no encore
not one last bow
KAPOW!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember at a party two people arguing over STARTREK. One was a Trekkie, he loved the show, thought it possessed greatness. The other didn't much like SF, especially StarTrek. WHY DON'T YOU LIKE IT? he asked. BECAUSE SOMETHING ALWAYS GOING WRONG. IT'S JUST ONE GODDAM THING ANOTHER! YOU SEE, said the Trekkie triumphantly STARTREK IS REAL LIFE! Well that's the striking impact your poem had on me. It's the constant barrage pounding us down.