Sunday, May 17, 2015

There are nicer ways to die

And then I wrote to you
That I had heard your speech
About trying to jump off her house
And you thought it was pretentious
To write to you now
Years after the occasion
You would be dead by now
And that there would be no danger
In any possible near future

All I wanted to say was
That there are nicer ways to die
And that there is always danger
Death always knows
How to arrange for one
Last, irreversible walk over