Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Poem for the Evening

Do you want to die?
What kind of question
is that. Of course
I want to die.
As soon as possible.
I'm going to have 'D.N.R.'
tattooed between my knuckles."
Why would you say something like that?
Because I'm tired godammit. This life
is a sentence
and I want parole. I just hope
someone will put in
a good word for me.
When they lead
the dead past the block,
shuffling his feet,
I burn with envy.

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