The Eerie Calm...

Put the gun in my mouth last night. 

Tied off an old phone cord.

Stared relentlessly at a knife.

Wrote my last wishes. 

Checked the space where I stashed my coins. 

Walked past the dirty dishes. 

Counted the beer bottles lined up for refills. 

Moved the dying plants over a few spaces.

Watched the mail pile on the table. 

Tip-toed-in-shoes over the piss-stained carpet. 

Pages of Poetry scattered along the floor.

A centipede runs its route. 

3AM Mental Marathons. 

All of the days bleed the same. 

Time blurred without one iota of a fuck. 

Put the chord in my mouth. 

Stared relentlessly at a gun. 

& swallowed the knife.