Friday, 20 January 2012

divorce proposal

I opt out, I reject, I find these grey pastures abhorrent,
I have been washed out to sea and caught in a flood light.
blinded by the bright.
There must be some collection of words, 
some selection that curbs the indecency, 
a little poignancy, that softens the suicide,
there is no reason to go on, 
 already, in my head,
I have divided up my belongings,
I have arranged for the cat to be fed, 
after I am dead.  

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