Is this him now?
No right-hand rules,
We could all be present
Sit ourselves in silence,
While living in the light
Sautéed on dance
Talk of lists and beginnings.
Write a major hypnotic fright symphony.
Or buy and drink canastas of rum.
Is it a declaration of independence
Or the manner you carry your hair?
Is it free will or predetermination?
Or is it that we have an agreement,
To sit and write poetry.
When we could be learning French?
(The poem was written in English put through google translator into French and then put back into English again.)