Karen R. Porter / Mays Landing, NJ

(Suicide Ruining The Novel)

 
The dead man narrates
while the losers
take their turn
contemplating suicide.

Two whole chapters,
days or years to go
before a choice, something
to nudge the undecided.

If you’re going to do it,
do it. Stop talking about it.
No one likes a windbag’s
hollow promises, empty threats.

Pick one - knife, gun,
poisoned sugar plum,
pudding with ground glass,
some antique elixir.

OD on pain killers,
slice into an artery,
jump inside a compactor,
snuggle with a shark.

Point is, no one cares,
not really. So go on and
get it over with. Let the rest of us
try to figure out the ending.

(back)