I have drunk from the cup of life-
it is vinegar mixed with ripe fruit.
A poisonous mixture, leaving you drunk and thrilled,
but repulsed.
The vintage is ancient but life still tastes fresh,
confusing your senses and mind.

A bittersweet ecstasy,
a mind-enveloping numbness,
it is an aphrodisiac that produces withdrawal.

You can abstain from life but it is always there-
a potion worth waiting for,
containing death in its red seas.
The sweet grapes in life's vineyard
are planted in salty soil.
Nothing else could make me hate
and yet love this odd wine.

...Call me an alcoholic-Saki Taka