Muhammad Gaddafi

Childhood

Childhood

Immersed in the childhood of my mistakes,

Cannot distinguish an earthworm

From its mole.

I told the tree; my beloved

Then it bent to the wind

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I thought the bird was a bullet,

I threw myself on the ground,

When it flew away.

* *

I slept with the clock,

So orgasm arriving late,

At the Viagra time.

* *

I tried to hide behind my shoes,

But it betrayed me,

Moving aside.

* *

I walked crookedly,

Throwing shadows with a stone, 

It bounced back as bullets and bleeding wane moons.

Muhammad Gaddafi is a poet from Libya

Translated into English by Suzan Ibrahim