and no, still NOT my picture here…
A poem, translated…
A Poem, it Didn’t Stop Midway to Where it Was Headed
Nor did it Hang in Mid-Air
There’s No Ripples in the Ponds
No Tracks of the Wind Through the Trees in the Forest Either
Asked a Poet, He’d Told Me, that He Had No Idea
Sending a Telegraph to Truman, He’d Said that it Wasn’t Political
I’d asked Er-Ke Lee, He’d Told Me, that He Wasn’t Well Aware of Late Modern Poetry
And so, I’d Asked the Earth, Inconclusive Was the Result
And, I’d Tried Calling People Up, But They’d All, Turned Off Their Phones
Bullied on Facebook
This Poem I Couldn’t Find
It’s Totally a Denied-Entry Passage into Heaven that’s for Certain
God Declared, that We Shouldn’t, Pass the Gospels of the Hackers
Told the Opportunists, Well on Their Ways, that a Curfew Had Been Set
Hinted that Those Who Ate the Grapes Whole, that They May Choke
The Guardians of the Temples Sent Out Their Helpers, to Scale Out Those Who are Having Drug Addictions and Were Relapsing
The Apache Helicopters Started Screaming in Supersonic Told People Not to Agitate It
This Wasn’t Rumors that Ran Loose
Nor Was it, from the Rancid Saliva of the Talk Show Hosts
It’s a Lost Poem
Simply Because it Was, Way too Righteous
And so, this, is how hard it is, to keep the right kinds of values, in this world of badness, even IF you are right, if the world looks at you, and say that you’re wrong, then, you’d be “labeled” as wrong, and that, is how easily we are all, influenced by the media.
Life, the Obstacle Course 