I poured myself
down the hallway
my hips
and flanks enticingly
swaying just like a drunk
Christmas tree with
awkward ornaments
flying off in all
directions (Clattering
and Shattering)
so shards are in
the carpet. I’m a
happy Christmas
shrub spinning
without a mouth
flexing my appendages
in only my tighty-whities
singing “Levon” and
“Nowhere Man”
and other carols out
of the window
just like Scrooge did it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem