This anti-poem is dedicated to the ones that choose not to know.

Let’s imagine that you are the poet,
and your poem diktats are:
the meaning if life is to be happy,
if you do not experience love
the idea of g-d would not enter your mind,
and you would never perceive the real world.
Let’s imagine that there is absolute truth, meaning and reality.
That to live without meaning is to be free.
That life has not in itself a purpose,
but is a complex project not to be wasted.
That we live in an ocean of theories and hypothesis,
and false consciousness, and false memories exist.
Please stop, you are inducing nausea and vomiting in me.
Fuck, what happen to sex, drugs,
rock and roll and venereal diseases.
Let’s think that you are not the poet,
and the meaning of life is a pretzel of meaning and meaningless.
Because our interpretation sometimes are mistaken,
and nothing is right or wrong in itself.
After Auschwitz and Iraq, the world is ambiguous and human life is cheap.
Let’s not imagine any other fucking thing and just read me the anti-poem.

11/04/2016. USA