some words

soon we won't be friends
(three poems)

'Read Too Much Into My Suicide'

after the world ends
I will have to sell
everything I own
for bread
and for water
and a trampoline

if I put the trampoline
on a mountain
people will see me
all smashed up and
surrounded by my
blood and bones
while thinking

"he's into nature
and in touch
with his spiritual side.
he wanted
to be with nature
and rebel against
the corruption
of mankind
by being with nature
when he died."

if I put the trampoline
on a building
people will see me
all smashed up and
surrounded by my
blood and bones
while thinking

"he's showing us
that he died as he lived:
trapped in an unforgiving world
full of traffic tickets
and coffee stains
and judgements from co-workers
who talk about you
behind your back.
he died thinking
'all this gossip
will kill me
and all the gossip
is inside this tall building'
he jumped from it
to kill something
inside of us all."

if I put the trampoline
outside of a large hole
that I dug myself
people will see me
all smashed up and
surrounded by my
blood and bones
while thinking

"this hole represents
his fragile emotional state
that he kept sinking
deeper and deeper into.
the hole that he himself created
surrounded by the unforgiving world.
but it's his fault
he was the one
who dug the hole
we will be ok
because we don't dig holes
we don't even buy shovels
we just stay the fuck away
from any god damn holes."

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