SUICIDE

 

Can I confide                                                 

in you                                                          

about my suicide?                                          

How                                                             

is the question I can’t decide.   

 

Maybe a hole in the head      

real quick, no pain                                          

or a foot in the toilet--

you know, finger in the socket.

Nah, maybe a train.

 

I could tie myself to the tracks!

Naked, or not.

Might be tricky though

I can’t tie a knot

worth shit.

 

A fall?

Off a bridge, or a building

or a plane--

that’d be too much time

in case I changed my mind

which would be bad

and still so plain

boring

humdrum if you will.

 

I want to O.D. on circus peanuts!

Gobble them down

just cramming in one after the other.

Coroner guy, he’ll slice me open

and say, WHOA! Goddamn

that’s a lot of circus peanuts!

 

People will be fussing around

snapping pictures of me

for the front pages

for all to see

busted open like a murdered seagull.

 

I bet the peanut people would love me

despite the whole thing being illegal.