my only earth intruder

This is translation of my poem "mano vienintele atklydusioji"

hearth

need me

Babychino*

 

-- it would be very vile to match everything in one line

    only one line

    green grey red brown black – unfortunate rainbow

 

we are perfect

heroes of night –

obedient grey ewes

we are going by

messenger of fire

military leader Vesuvius

 

we are waiting for time when

he will come to take

weathers and to take us to

horizon in the South

 

and we wanted to see

how wrists dissapear

with depression

 

ice melted

music melted too

babychino smells

like innocence

                    of river

 

for Bjork and her Earth Intruders

*cappuccino maked in cafe „Diva“

Reviews

[Belator Books]

Fantastic title, I must say. The premiss, while very Bjork, seems to escape the borders of the tangible and slip into the realm of absurd. Perhaps you wish to convey mere confusion; it least that is what I took from it. Keep yon pen in the proverbial grasp tightly, and you will excel.

[doreen cyr]

good write
doreen