If there was some fantastic magical pill that removed all forms of consciousness and cut off the experience of living, I would take it
I would not do this as a fatalistic adolescent but as a thoroughly discouraged older man not seeking a temporary high but permanent escape
If dawn introduces a mountain
With no handholds or footholds for scaling
Mirroring opportunities that have gone from rare to extinct
While vampire bats bite your toes
And force dreams of recalcitrant poses
Poses is all they are
For another chance, you'd renounce all you'd renounced
And bury fat self-pity in its old armchair
If I took the pill of irreversible insensibility, limbo's ticket punched
It would make moot the question of being
Make mute Hamlet's self-indulgent questioning
If I took the pill in the vicinity of forgotten yuletide blunders
No presents given, let that quickly flash
Undo the strap tying you to complained about reality
Let go and fall out of sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem