If you think happy thoughts, you will feel positive,
the joyful guru says, twirling about in circles of
love - I regard the manniken with open contempt
much does he know – I’ve been thinking positive
thoughts till I’m blue in the face and darkness
still descended on me, physical debilitation
and depression swirling around in my heart and
head like shrouds of deepest purple and black;
Love yourself, the grinning guru recommends
A complete idiot, it is clear, when one’s being is
reduced to one big experience of aching discomfort;
Be thankful for being alive and dance with joy
His naïve face all puckered in mock contemplation;
Just go within and find your inner being – well, mine
is nauseous and ill - obviously the joyful guru
has never felt the existential condition of humanity,
trying to following his advice is like climbing a mountain
of glass – I keep falling off and feeling worse
with every guru-directed step I take, now I shall launch
a search for witches and demons and banshees and
bogeymen, clearly their company would be
Much more congenial to me than the frustrating antics
of the joyful guru – he must be from another space,
probably from a place called the “nuthouse”
I surmise…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem