I want suicide
but I want life.
Sell my fortune for a dollar,
give me to others,
pronounce me useful,
my depression a scholar.
Lay me down on a bed
of white fog and
sunflower battles,
the door to hope
shakes and rattles.
The savior aquarium mediums precise,
I’m just a little lost but I’ve never
been more certain of who I am.
Unleashed magnolias grow in jeopardy,
the complex index responsibly shifting,
suitably improved, sublime lifting.
Both sides seen, currency beneficiary,
who more qualified to know
life and death cashing than
the person with a pigment
of everything in arrow?
Open your eyes,
immortalize legacy.
Wanting two things at once
entertains a tickle,
a toothy smile from
being heard runs in the mind
with a dumbfounded trickle.
hmmm Nice!