Decorum

On "suicide"

I do not know how

he will make me run the dead marathon

while stroking her fur coats

on the cold couch,

while my heart 

peels back its shriveled layers

like her lily  opens its  petals

to the  roaring sun.

decorum...

and as for suicide;

to be allowed the courtesy of absolution

one must be worthy of oblivion

otherwise you will laugh with a dungeons heart

when you find that the joke is on you

when you find that there will indeed be a light

 at the end of that tunnel

seriatim

again and again

and it goes on reality 

after reality

as life again after death

and that punishment of new life

will fit its crime.

Truly, there is no rest for the wicked.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, that whole Catholic thing about suicide being a mortal sin and all...sometimes we see no other way out...and we are desperate to find a way rather than debating why...
and will the new life just be punishment....very hard questions without definitive answers unless we get there.
i was at this place once...but here i am...no rest for the wicked, as you say.
such a strong write...the two "it's" should be "its"--
but wow...this gives us food for thought...and for some of us food to reflect....

j.

[Corset]

I have always done that , I don't know why since it takes more effort to add the unwanted apostrophe, a reflection of my "schooling" how some things stick in our minds even when as wrong is as a possessive pronoun, like some will say loose for lose, or than for then, your for you're etc. Thank you for helping with that, I'd like to say I will remember next time but some things are ingrained and difficult to change :D Thank you J.

[h d e rushin]

I thought i'de visit you tonight while i'm completing my online will. There is no living trust. No assets. An old house with a mortgage with a leaky basement and a spider so large she could swallow me if she choose.When people speak, even causally, of suicide, I get scared. There is no decorum for the dead. And as for that passage (textual) where dim light comes thru the darkness......That may not be true either..Most poems are interrelate. which means that there existence alone is evidence of some mutual relationship.
It's me and you my friend.....And no one else.

[Corset]

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[Corset]

I hope you are just wicked enough to be in the next one too...surely I'd find you my friend.