Today was horrible
yesterday I forgot my
underwear
and I was wearing
a skirt
luckily sometimes I
surprise myself
I had an extra pair
in my purse
for a day like this
it wasn’t a thong
which I prefer
but anything
is better than
going bare
when working with
little kids
because just my chance
one of them would have
lifted up my skirt
and said
“Hey you don’t have on any underpants”
today I found out
that my
mom’s
cousin’s husband
killed himself
he lost his job
had medical aliments
and took the last shot
that he landed
it landed him in a box
that will become a part
of the earth
suicide is so poetic
it leaves its own tainted legacy
it’s so intrepid
to go out like that
one must be ready
because the ones left behind
are preoccupied with thoughts of “you”
when “you” thought “you” were
doing what was best for “you”
it’s a polar problem
should “you” live just so “they”
can have “you” around?
or do “you” die to end the void
that you feel
as you walk around on earths ground?
Tomorrow…
will be different
can’t speak on whether
it will be pleasant
all I can do is meditate
on the feeling that
everything will be alright
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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i love reading your poems. so dramatic w/ incredible word play.
hate to hear about death. no matter how promised it may be. suicide speaks volumes.
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