Thursday, July 29, 2010

Suicide




Suicide


I dropped a word,
a bloody fist, while searching

for a piece of paper.
It felt like that one voice

one voice out of all other voices.
I looked down to see it plot

one step and then another,
until it reached my prison block

and hung itself above the toilet.
It was so full of parrots.

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