suicidal haiku

“suicide is the
last triumph of the ego
to make the world wrong”

flower face

“That’s a possibility”, Janice says,
her face opening cautiously,
a dull flower.

It has the same
degree of inacuracy
all over, I like

“He regarded me with the disdaining superior air of a combat veteran”

– from White Noise

“we were together,
we were close,
we were overwhelmed
by great beauty”

won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life?

– excerpt from Lucille Clifton’s “won’t you celebrate with me” from Book of Light, 1993.

your heavenly body eludes me

-VOID-

I am lost and full of rage

not anymore, never again
praise the lord
for I have seen the light.

ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything, (that is how the light gets in).

I lied
not with a clear intention
but “because I couldn’t help it”