to enjoy the door open wide
(shut it)
sadisticallly
(shut it now)
a Spiral – some confusion
atrophy – is that right?
confusion wrangled on top of it all;
this sadness – blindness
Comfortably – dangerously familiar
Too tired to drink or masturbate;
work kills that other time
And when I’m alone…..
Shut the fucking door man…
It’s so so so cold
Everything is getting out.
Terrified,
horrified
(now… now…. shut it)
Oh god
(still can’t believe, still can’t capitalize)
SLAM
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[ed note: I am including another piece to mellow the artistic license]
Suicide always seemed lame-
Whatever pain you stop-
well
it’s transferred to others.
If death is a “void” –
(It was there, and now it’s
over and now it’s non existent)
Then it doesn’t matter-
pain in all forms, outside the miserable,
self-inflicted egotistical type–
will exist…. universally……
the other – the other kills our time
gives us meaning to recession,
something like profundity.