Trinity Journal of Literary Translation
Online: The Concoction of Friends
are getting younger
It’s the same all over, back an alley flapping your wings good oh but then the slippery slope streams bursting to floods
The bum takes a seat and makes my skin crawl
it’s enough to put me off him playing with his hair. The city dolls herself up for the visitor but keeps the dark bits well hid.
It’s all for the best the long life; well stitched up, nice white rooms – ‘cause it’s gone to the wall
Because you never leave this house…this house throws you out. They widened the street during the night on the bypass the shadow of a truck stops under the sun, pisses and leaves its mark.
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trans. Keith Payne
The freaks you know
but well laid out all the same –
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