October 1st, 2021

Babelfishing Poetry: "I Am Lawless Imagination"

Babelfishing Poetry: "I Am Lawless Imagination"

Hello!  And how are you today?  Good?  Yes?  No?  In-between?  So-so?  Comme ci, comme ça?  A little iffy?  Rather not say?  Keeping it a secret?  It's a mystery?  Being coy about it?  Can't decide?  Have to think about it a little longer?  Wanting to hedge your bets?  Need to consult with someone about it?  Who even cares?  None of the above?  All of the above?  Some of the above in various combinations?  Regardless, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, chosen at random, is Olivia Rodrigo's "Drivers License" (advisory: a couple of f-bombs in the chorus; watch video here).  Enjoy. 

I Am Lawless Imagination

So, I walked a gentleman.
You think it's dinner.
Cause and reason,
the end of the family.
But today I went to the national anthem
because you do not fear excitement.

And let him come come in.
Who reported?  How?
Yes, yes, we do very well.
I am not sure about all of this.
But, by denying, I will not speak its words,
because how can you love someone?

Use Tony Listening.
I can still see your face
on the white train.
First City,
a story of sharp taste.
We went for a walk,
because self-indulgence.

I remember being in Kronos.
My capital laughs.
Well, my God is so green,
overcoming the indispensable situation.
But I am afraid of love, treasure.

I know I am incomplete, but nobody feels this way.
I am lawless imagination.
It influences a hell of speech-influence on this earth.
I am a stranger.