Poetry is one long suicide
song
brief notes
that in the end could be
striped
of titles
and just slapped end
to end
and be one
long
sad song
except
friends and family
call
and freak
out every time
they read
one.
they think
this
sap
is done for
he’s
cashing in
you’re writing
and the door
rings
and you
answer
and it’s your
dad
and you say
Was it that good?
But they got it all wrong
you see
all wrong
it’s when you
don’t send
the song
when its
all too
wrong
because this is
when
the poet’s
happy
the only time
he’s happy
is when
he writes
his
suicide song
the rest
is for
being lame
like a soft cock
the poet is powerless
unless he is writing this
and the longest suicide notes produce the happiest and the best
silence kills
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment