Yeah, so I was a big TMNT fan when I was younger.
Michelangelo was my favorite.
More work is possible:
job open at the Oly Public Biblioteque.
My fingers are tired of being crossed anymore;
I’ve just decided to get this job,
no luck involved.
Of late, lifestyle like a rockstar:
past-midnight shenanigans ’til 2,
life like le cinéma de l’absurde;
existence doling out decadence like
a chocolaterie: flavorful, but taxing.
[A secret: shhhhhh, (finger to my lips)
I’m not so Dionysian as I let on.]
I’ll slow things down, now.
Live life like easy as it looks;
practice moderation in all but enjoyment.
I love these quiet moments also.
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I’ve begun to rethink my life,
from the beginning. I think now that
I climbed out of the womb the wrong way.
Looking back, I would have done it differently.
[Sorry, just being absurd; I’m tired.]
I have been thinking about my translations,
and that it’s been too long since I’ve done one.
[Je traduis le poésie francais en anglais.]
Perhaps some Verlaine, or a passage of Lautréamont.
Something decadent: lush images, poets lost in existence.
It’s widely believed that things get lost in translation;
no-one ever mentions what might be gained.