Suicide is Painless

It’s the woman accelerating

0-80 down the freeway;

she wiped her eyes as

the incoming headlights

of the delivery truck

hit her straight through.

It is one of these moments

that we hover preciously

naked and divine, curled

up, eyes open. It’s here

when two hands of

two brothers come up:

the first is Dream, with

just one bash on the head,

lie forever with him;

the other was Poetry

in his battered hand, see

divorce, death, and despair

destruction, depression,

demolition, delirium:

In this one moment

lies the crucial choice

of which brother we would

sleep with: Hurry!

Poetry’s hand is closing.


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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