Fourteenth Sonnet to Kokoszynski

(translated by Hans Martin Enzensberger)

now make head too . make me no Cologne
to good go to house to your wife
and remain with it in your build
that should me quite be . since I live there no

still better : crown goes
needing the can you into their animal show
the drive you and board you for lukewarm
as cattlecattle cattle on route with circus . because your woman is also no without

from their fat shrivel neck stinks it
their belly lies around it like rubber tire
it talks in such a way as if she would be on drugs

and everything which it says that is lied
and it is always so terrible to bicker
it fits you . my dear Kokoszynski