"Suicide in B Flat”

Tonight I will shape the dream of dreams

and sing the Song of Songs


I’m going to swallow the pillow that swallows me

And be named a star among stars


This is the night

I’ll wander to wonders

and startle the surprising wind with the rock of my body

I will lie in a heap of lays ~ woven flowering flowers ~

in a field of felled trees,

between which sprout sprouts and mushrooming mushrooms


I will slumber on the lumber like lichen

while the breeze breezes around me, and winds me in white noise


Midnight I’ll drip sweet sweat, nectar to flying flies who’ll visit me in state,

kiss my mum lips, and lick my numb skin,

for by then the sap I sipped will have anesthetized me

and the smoke I smoked rendered me senseless


I’m going to go until I’m gone


I’ll lie in shadow til first light,

entertained by figmenta while sleep is slept


Please let me fantasize my fantasies

Stop stopping me

I only want to unwind

I'm climacteric


My life’s been great ~ I’m grateful

and curious to see what comes next

Let me be done being

Let me escape escaping

Let me try dying and see where it takes me


With no more paths to pave, I shall entomb myself with bricks

With no more oaths to honor, I'll shelter in a silent cabin

This forest will become my mausoleum


My dry bones enrobed in moss

would make me so happy

Source: Artful Image