#1
english version. not a direct translation. same sentiment though


three months through autumn with a slight cough;
a hundred question marks fallen and dead
on the front lawn; they tell me i ought to sleep it off
but i lay down and their faces fade to off-white walls,
as if they aren't here; and i don't care to ask
if they are or not.

golden disposition; you still feel like the dawn
in how my drunken shadows draw back their arms
and let the ring of honesty do all the talking;
my head hurts and light hurls in my open window;
squirrels and birds listen in on a branch
and shake off leaves while i ask you
'what can i do? where's the water? how are you?'

they all try to answer for you
as you buoy among us in a sundress;
the liquor you drink with us reflects
a night just as caustic, a slight, burning sheen-
like an ill-conceived kiss i leave in your pocket
and refuse to leave on your cheek.
here, My Dear, here it is
Last edited by SubwayToVenus at Sep 15, 2011,
#3
thanks. i'm glad you were able to understand it. also, i switched up this one a little and think it's much better. thanks for reading though
here, My Dear, here it is
#5
which isnt at all to say this one isnt great as well, just very different. sorry i didnt post on the spanish version- it was probably one of the best poems i've read on here in months. didnt have any criticism is all.

glad to know you're still kicking ass and living.

#6
thanks again my man. i really appreciate the kind words. ill hit your next one up when you post it. and thank you all guitar kid. i appreciate the kind words
here, My Dear, here it is