SUICIDE PSA

Wrote this beauty a couple of years ago.  Performed a few times with The Echo & Sway, even to the point of being the first real performance piece I've ever used props for.  I've got another that I'll have to dig up, but this is enough for today.

I didn't want to write it then, and I certainly didn't want to publish it again, but I think a conversation needs to start.  I'm not sure what to say other than I'm tired of thinking about this crap.  

I know folks have it rougher than some, but seriously, The Beard is here for you.  

If you need someone to talk to because you've been affected by it, The Beard is here for you.  

If you're thinking about it, The Beard is here for you. 

Always.

Julie, Bob, and Roy, say it ain't so.

To Write:

Love in Her Arms

Your testament

is written here,

not for the cause

that I want to please you

but because I’m pleased

to want you.

Indelible ink

tattooed into my

veins, flooded

with the permanence of

your love

not to bring pain,

only the attention

to self, me

that I so greatly desire

above all things.

Unsure of which

direction to go,

sinews connecting the

horizontal and the

v

e

r

t

i

c

a

l

do not adjust your television set,

they must deem me crazy.

Slipping under

hot and cold

make no matter, either

way works just

as well.

It’s the sensitivity

to the pain

I’m losing

a cry for help

can’t say it

any other way.

God, how I plead

for an escape.