Suicide Aside

I love long walks with the feeble minded
Beside sky scrapers, so you’d look down at the earth you’d fall into
To admire strong tree branches and how they can carry a human.
I love nights when you make me king
Singing songs of my praise in your scary dreams
Lowering your lame hope, losing your mind
Pouring your life into a rope, a pill, a peer at the height you’d fall from.

Amidst this angry and hopeless heart lies another feeling,
Over that strong tree branch is an owl singing an ode
The way this rope is twisted holds insight, inspiration and an intention
To throw it across and hang something else,
Like the linens whose dirt weigh me down to bow at your feet
There’s help at the other side of my voice
But I must admit, sometimes your wand has the answers.

LARDO