May 29th, 2020

Babelfishing Poetry: "In The Belly Of Clay"

Babelfishing Poetry: "In The Belly Of Clay"

Hello!  Are you looking forward to the weekend? Me too.  Our current heat wave is expected to break by then, so there is better, pleasant weather to look forward to.  While we wait for the cool-down, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, revise the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature is one of my favorite songs: Simple Minds' "Let There Be Love" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 

In The Belly Of Clay

It is a mystery lover.
This is the night earrings.

Broken angels.
This day is something to lose.

City center,
then I see the eyes.

It is the kingdom of those who go through the night,
knowing that is scheduled to produce music, and this is me.

I've heard the fire lamp.

It's an affliction of injury and recovery,
the default signal
in the belly of clay.

Those who rely on life
can take some charmers.

He sang; I heard the sea.
Love, what is Iran?

at the bottom.

I'd like some help
getting married.

Four warriors

You know what?
I don't know what I feel.