take off your jacket and have a seat
you see, we're still standing on the infinite
and I can't bear to watch you there
tasting beauty through the tourniquet
of enlightened souls
pondering it for days and days
feeling like you've just been punk'd.
it's kinda like riding a new bike
gotten with proper marketing technique
and accurate analysis of the target demographic
it is easy to give your life for a little existence
meaning, a title
thinking that what seems like a dream
is in fact, the reality of fantasy.
strands of hair caught on your tongue
each one more developed
than Dostoevsky, with stronger verbs and adjectives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem