Poem: Resume #2 (dedicated to Dorothy Parker)

To shoot myself
may be quite fine,
except that it would
take some time:
To procure a gun
and license too,
on my word,
that's much to do.

A little poison
cold work out well,
if I could find
someone to sell.
But even then
it wont be cheap,
and as it is,
I'm on the street.

Maybe a noose
would do me the trick:
Find me a rope
that's both strong and thick,
hang it up high,
and down low I'd drop...
I like the idea,
but I can't tie a knot.

A knife in the chest
is a sure bet, they say.
But whoah if I missed
and woke crippled
next day.

Or how about a leap
from a building
on top:
I'd fall to the street,
a wet, bloody, spot.
But what of the chance,
that I fell by mistake,
on an innocent child,
not yet on the take?

For all of these things
are less than ideal.
Perhaps then instead
I'll just learn to heal.
But even that too
is a long, painful, path.

It seems my one option,
is letting time pass.