Go Forth, Beautiful Distractions ~ Saturday, December 27, 2025

« Il n’y a qu’un problème philosophique vraiment sérieux : c’est le suicide. » – Albert Camus

One day, I will hang myself or GLOCK out

Out, damned spot! out, I say! is what she said
not knowing that I was dead, that I died
evidence to the contrary persists

defense objects but why so late, I paid
about face, a price to be born, the scorn
yes, disgrace, even if an old man cried

I know words stretch through tones, tension resists

wisdom, the strings on a guitar, rings true
initially, justice as if unborn
lifts the veil at the altar, bride undead
lifts the curtains, audience in a trance

humanity sold for a loaf of bread
angels, all on the head of a pin, dance
notice a graceful style, the old soft shoe
given such a pitch how could I resist

mischief, the world in a nutshell, aspires
yet again to curry favor to prove
science as thoughts cannot cease and desist
except without thinkers, thoughts create clouds
language without mirrors, burn old desires
for new flames to arise, promises shove

objections aside for the undead bride
reorganize the files, observe the crowds

God only knows what is beyond space-time
Love, together with faith, opens all doors
Observe the beautiful while in your prime
Close the windows, make love on hardwood floors
Kiss and make up, or drown, a drop of pride

obtains all the necessary permits
under the sun to offer a small glade
tranquil equanimity, tone outwits

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If you are having thoughts of harming yourself, call or text the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 988 or reach out through chat by visiting 988Lifeline.org/chat. Veterans can call 988 and press 1.

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