FROM A CAFE NEWSPAPER

judge says-

law on
assisted
suicide
is correct in its prohibition

judge says-

its right
this law
should be
broken
sometimes

judge-

is
retired
powerless
unaccountable

useless

waste of newsprint

like all the expremiers
advocating
narcotic
liberal
legalisation

hes giving a damn too late

from pearlsofprofundity.wordpress.com

DYING ART

suicide
is
a
dying
art

announces the man to no one
wobbling and sweating and gurning

alone 
on the 
steel bridge ledge rivets

hes going
to nowhere
to nothing

hes going
to a 21st century heaven

why not why not

or to 
hospital and inquisition

he is
ecstatic and free and terrified

wearing his last shoes
and his clever pun

smug that he packed 
a lunch for himself

SUNDOWNS TIMEOUT

at
sundowns
timeout
some of us
pick a survivable poison
for 
the 
nights
solo
ride

~

at
sundowns
timeout
some of us 
blunt the days
terrible obsessions
into
butcher hacked 
bitesize chunks

and
file
them
away
where our fond misconceptions
will
never
look

~

at 
sundowns
timeout
some of us 
poison each other
in
elaborate
lengthy
unspoken
suicide 
pacts

mean words
like horror show fx
ring
brittle 

against a pair 
of 
shining empty black vases
from 
john lewis

~

at
sundowns
timeout
the 
wall mounted flatscreen

five hectares wide

broadcasts
unwatched

and the new rattan garden furniture
out on the month old decking

( lit like an art installation
  by security lights
  bright as the sun )

a purchase never properly discussed
and waiting to be returned

is
escalated
into
inlaw
assassination

from johnlewis.com

DEATH IS THERE LIKE A FLAT TYRE IS THERE (BUCKOWSKI)

when our dark troll-brain
is
up
for
air
breathing gas on the limping world 

we'll say - NOTHING has any point 

NOTHING

at

all


but 
thats half-a-thought - if our cold skull meant it
we'd die off a high river bridge
before 
they hung the suicide nets up

so we tolerate our chilled distaste
and
tan our pale sick selves
in
others 
unfathomable
light - not worrying ! NOT WORRYING at all
at 
the faceless faces 
of
chain 
stores / hotels / coffee bars looping the globe
unrolled from imported bales
like 
Chism's 
sharp
wire
and tho the rich throw us balls and guns and easy brown targets
to
make 
us 
feel 
fighting righteous in the ad breaks - dont worry
DONT WORRY
at
all

no - we create rituals
to
blow smoke on

in 
the warm silent nights
and
we play in the day
under swinging washing
and 
the yellow ball of sun 
wondering and waiting
for
the
death - an anticlimax for sure
like
a
third movie sequel
with
an unknown cast
in
miserable inappropriate black

from abc7news.com