Death
on a wheelchair

Sticking my head into the oven,
to check for chicken grilling.
Losing my careless footing on the window ledge,
to recover my Prada fourty floors below.

Flailing my desperate arms in the water,
to fathom the lake with my fantabulous legs.
Hanging by the head on the kitchen ceiling,
to look like the angel on Christsmas trees.

Running towards the crackling fire,
to check out the whee! pyrotechnics.
Gulping medicine meant for the floor,
to be as shiny and hard as marble.

Traipsing into the suddenly receding pelagic,
to procure a motley of seafood expiring fast.
Lubricating my body with kerosene,
to demonstrate the hippiest new fragrance.

Running into an irascible lorry boom!poof!,
to disprove wretched Newton's theory of inertia.
And entering the dark tunnel...
without the safety glove.

Boredom is an underrated force in suicides.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 7:23 pm