The Big Sleep Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Big Sleep
The beginning of suicide begins with sense of
Life tiredness, there is a French word for it
"deja vue" a sense that it have happened before
A nice word to use when impressing someone,
but life weariness is when there is no
morning glory and watering flowers in
the garden is a duty and not an act of tenderness
Books are left unread we already know the ending
If it is a good writer
Love turns into routine like and old dog that farts
And we have stopped noticing because the morning
Hurt your old eyes as it always does.
We like to enter into the realm of nothingness
Slate not written on and the only way
To hasten the boredom is to help it along, but we
Continue to live as it is the only thing we know.