4th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[dukealien]

Café Purgatorio


Tomorrow I shall drink fresh coffee
cooled by a rising moon or two
white-gold sun beneath my feet
black sunspot-grasses whispering
between my naked toes.

Then I shall eagerly descend
to hang about the Wood of Suicides
time on my rotting tree to contemplate
my little crime’s purgation
that I climbed and knotted willingly.

At afternoon, anticipated fall
into flaming jazz gymnasium
where conscience exercised by hortatory demons
builds hard sinews of regret
sweating fat rationalizations.

Then masking night, mere cruising
for a kindred soul - that’s worst
searching endless void
and never finding, tortured nervelessly
by thoughts of you.

Thereafter coffee, barefoot sun
a good-behavior break because it’s true
that freed of my contempt and undermining
just as my pompous final note declared
you’re better off without me, dear.

Haven't quite got into the spirit of this thread - but here's an attempt, as it were.