“Lost In Translation” by Zachariah Shaskin

It’s rare and lonely
to be mad and free.
Endless nights in flight
out among the stars.
Rooms of conversation
filled with subtle silence,
blank dreams conceiving
unformed fantasies.
Speaking foreign language
in native maelstrom movies,
scene by scene,
until credits roll.
No expression necessary.
No quarter given.
Driving ravenous motives
into unearthed vibrations
forgotten in the routine.








Zachariah Shaskin is an outlaw poet roaming wild over the prairies of North Dakota. He is rarely seen, but sightings have been reported sporadically, usually after sun down on the new moon.