Caught in mist of incurable summers
And quixotic longings insurance agents
Can’t endorse
My credible balance for pragmatic composure
Is often deducted to naïve wanderlust
And the striking desire to pose as a gypsy
Even in disciplined garments of the timid tiger
While the pins on the needle of the altimeter
Fracture, to undefined boundaries of my
Juvenile azimuth
That nimbly passes the trials and obstacles
Of southern discomfort and northern impulse
So kindly caged in the saintly abattoir
The Landlord expired to the second star on the right
And throw caution to the wind as the heat
Sings assurance to Junes marry lovers
In arms of triumphant bulls of good fortune
And I will sing my lullabies without the need to close my eyes
Rowing towards the damned on the ecstasy of earthly delight
But I’m a born malcontent meant to go where I roar
Rehearsing beginner’s initiative semester
Wanderers Algebra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem