More time cogitating
over dying,
and under
what circumstances,
or likelihood,
of what it might be?
When I was
really young,
I couldn't escape
the Apocalyptic bomb!
Now a host
of other likely things,
suspend me,
Not only that,
but I dangle off
the edge of self
so much,
I get stomach cramps,
and these inner Jolts,
like electro-shocks!
And all balance
and propriety
gets sucked out...
Until some horrible
useless being,
(myself)
half double back's -
perplexed, amazed!
"Humans are nothing but
misery...",
Whom cajole and thrive thru
the moment as if it were
nothing,
Grant
your one of them,
common little F*****R!
(of the momentum,)
Pulse, it will disappear,
at some point,
on this everyday hanging,
in a closer time,
Not so far far away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem