morning whistles, there resting simply all
under full clouds after evening whistles
dinner is pork chops and cabbage soup
with a bellyfull I can dream the dreams of time
Saturday time all splinters and sugar
and firecrackers hollowed shapes
of a bath tub, a bloody mary, a good book
for all that the night drinks deep
weaving fantastic stories I can’t remember
the day’s tricks ring syllables like bells
die Morgen Whistles, einfach alle
unter vollen Wolken nach Abend Whistlesabendessen
dort stillstehend ist Schweinekotelett – und Kohlsuppe
mit einem bellyfull kann ich die Träume von der Zeit
Samstag träumen Zeit festsetze aller Splitter und Zucker
und Firecrackers ausgehöhlten Formen
von einer Badwanne ein Bloody Mary, ein gutes Buch
für alle, daß die Nacht an tief
spinnende fantastische Geschichten trinkt, die ich nicht mich
erinnern kann die Trick-Ringsilben
des Tages mögen Glocken
the mornings Whistles, all
under full clouds after evening Whistlesabendessen
standing pig chop and Kohl soup are simple there
with one bellyfull I can dream the dreams
of the time Saturday time determine all fragments
and sugar and Firecrackers scooped out forms
of a bath tub a Bloody Mary, a good book
for all that the night deepens spun ends
fantastische stories drink, which I not me
remind the trick Ringsilben
of daily lives like bells
les sifflements de matin, reposant là simplement tous
sous de pleins nuages après dîner de sifflements de soirée
est potage de côtelettes et de chou de porc
avec un bellyfull je peux rêver les rêves du temps
samedi chronomètre tous les éclats et sucre
et formes creusées par pétards
d'un baquet de bain, Mary sanglante, un bon livre
pour tous que la nuit boit des histoires fantastiques
profondément de tissage que je ne peux pas me rappeler
les syllabes d'anneau des tours du jour
aiment des cloches
there the whistles of morning, resting simply
all under full clouds after dining on whistles of evening
there’s soup of chops and of cabbage and pigs
with a bellyfull I can dream the dreams of time
Saturday stop – watch all the glares
and sweeten forms dug by detonators
of a bucket of bath Mary bloody, a good book
for all that the night deeply drinks
fantastic stories of weaving which I cannot remember
the syllables of rings
turn the day like bellsi fischi di mattina, là di riposo semplicemente tutti
sotto le nubi piene dopo il pranzo dei fischi
di sera è minestra di braciole e del cavolo di maiale
con un bellyfull posso sognare i sogni di tempo
sabato cronometro tutti gli schegge e zucchero
e figure scavate firecrackers
di una vasca del bagno, una mary sanguinante, un buon libro
per tutti che la notte beve
le storia che fantastiche in profondità di tessitura non posso
ricordarsi di le sillabe dell'anello di trucchi del giorno gradiscono le flange
it hisses of morning, of rest, of simply all
under full clouds after the lunch of hisses
here evening is minestra of braciole
of the cabbage, of the pig
with a bellyfull I can dream - time dreams
a saturday chronometer all the schegge
and sugar, figures dug firecrackers
a bathtub of the bath, a mary bleeding,
a good book for night drink history, fantastic
in the depth of webbing I cannot be
remembered for the syllable of the ring
making up the day appreciate the flange
~ don't blame me for the grammar, blame the Babelfish translations of my poem (at the top)
©2006 by PJ Nights
