Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A Bad Translation of a Nonexistent Poem

Study No. 12 (Mar. 9, 2013)

Clearly in the sea I slipped 
into a knot, quite uncomfortable.

And all tangled up I said: 
Sunday is a cleft claw!

Or a hammer belt 
around the waist. 

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,
tap, tap , tap... 

Oh sorry, but you know
today is Sunday.

Yesterday I asked you if
I had a hollow mouth and today

I stepped into the water. But
maybe you weren't there yesterday.

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