Free verse № 74011
7 Days of Suicide
Every Sunday morning,
while the family's at church,
I walk up to the mountain
and climb the tallest peak
and dance with the thought of
somersaulting over the edge.
Every Monday night,
while the family's fast asleep,
stomachs full from tv dinners,
I float down the stairs and
into the kitchen and imagine
sticking my head in our unused oven.
Every Tuesday afternoon,
on my way home from school,
I take a detour and pass
the neighborhood train station
where I toy with the idea
of taking a nap on the tracks.
I doubt I need to say more.
You catch my drift, I'm sure.
10 comments
Did you throw car parts and cutlery off the peak too? I'm just giving a gentle ribbing (for your pleasure); you've given this some fresh angles.
super wud be a mockery, but good wud be fair:o)
Then I realise mountains are not usually shear faces and just roll down.
besides, i want to see what other ideas you come up with...
besides bjork's "hyperballad" (a favorite of mine, BTW), there is peter greenaway's film "Drowning by Numbers" which would be a great resource to consider if you want to continue this poem. besides, michael nyman;s music is fantastic to listen to when being creative, like writing and painting, etc.
here's the imdb link to the film:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092929/
i really would like to see more work on this; i hope i do get the chance before i die. ;P
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