listen, now—
you nevermind
what the past says
my alarm clock is set to love
and I’ll hang up three or four layers of curtains
to block out
your blond glare
and I’ll stand naked in the intersection of Broadway and Penn
directing traffic with a high-heeled shoe
before I’ll let you break into my kitchen
and start messing around with
what I see as crazy enough
to hold dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice wordplay here. I like your phrase: 'my alarm clock is set to love' but then, I am a sucker for the absurd