le soleil s'est couché dans le merde

le soleil s'est couché dans le merde

A Poem by Karina
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translation: "the sun lay down in the s**t" -- i have the flu and this is my psyche.

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achey migraine bubble

fundamental fever of my youth

unable to eat, to think

i've forgotten how i got here

 

le soleil s'est couché

dans le merde du generation Y

 

stars burst from the tip of a gun

i know nothing about guns

falling into slithery surroundings

my mind is untouched by today

 

le soleil s'est couché

dans le merde du generation Y

 

it's only left untainted thanks to

paint and lovers naked

falling asleep on the porch

watching the sun pass by

 

le soleil s'est couché

dans le merde du generation Y

 

 

© 2008 Karina


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what does it mean(the non-engligh part) i love the poem. all of yur works have hidden meanings it seems. where the words are more hidding then mine (which kind of will just hunt you down and beat you with a blunt stick) but.. yeah... i love your writing

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Karina
Karina

San Francisco, CA



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A Poem by Karina





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