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DEBBIE KIRK
There aint no cure for suicide Sometimes I find myself wondering What’s inside a demons pocket And if even Satan’s liver Is bad There aint no cure for suicide. People seem to be waiting For me to write The great Spider web sonnet But I spent my stamp money On cyanide There aint no cure for suicide Any prick with a needle Would make me fall in love Tripping over sunflowers Would only make me more seedy And there aint no cure for suicide. The father and the ghost Have gone fishing The son, completing the trilogy Was nailed from the very beginning He was selling soul protection A traveling salesman His trench coat was lined with hot crucifixes There just aint no cure for suicide Splinters from the cross Gave love a bad name I’d invite in a vampire Before I’d open my door to that salesman And every time I think of my calling I cry But there aint no cure for suicide. Someone should write a poem about me someone should write a poem about me a short and beautiful one maybe just touch on my tips it’s that beautiful singing irony here my life is a living hell not one would be willing to walk in these shoes for a day. and people may be right when they say I’ve given up on myself But I still think there are are so many good poems that could be written about me they would be brilliant like how I took a note to my therapist. it was a poem explaining that I missed my last appt. because I was too high to drive from the Outside i see how people might be intrigued by my erratic, eccentric behavior. the fact that I wear all black drive a hearse that lady at the abortion clinic who was speechless when I told her I was an atheist. I remember very well her gold necklace with a shining cross and I take it all in like a vampire mapping out an escape for future ventures to assorted clinics. Maybe someone could write a poem about my slow Decline Maybe you could make it a tragedy write about a childhood experience Maybe you could make it a romance If you pissed on my grave Maybe you could make it a comedy if the exit was explosive enough the people would simply remember that the poem made them laugh I get love poems sometimes if you believe in love and I believe in nothing and it smothers me and it is terrifying Maybe you someone could write about my constant battle with dragons and serpents dancing together Lots of red and the beautiful wonderful days when I can lasso in The throbbing madness and make them all sing like bitches for me. Shopping Malls If I could have a funeral for every dead cigarette butt I saw I’d be dressed to kill, and in graveyards all the time. I figure the best thing to do when you are absolutely sure that this is the second when you are losing your mind is to sit down and write There’s your happy ending I have black roses all over my room I like to give head in movie theatres Public bathrooms The car while you drive The alley and if my hair were long enough, I would wear pig-tails for you. You can do whatever you want But I just need someone to call Daddy. I see how you all look at me And nothing will ever be enough I will be the crazy lady In front of the krogers downtown Always asking for money And it’s always an emergency And it IS always an emergency I broke the cross over my knee And then I fetched it for you To use as a switch on me And even my friends see it When they read my words They felt it when they looked into my eyes I’ve already let go And the other hand is struggling To maintain it’s grip. They see it Struggling with demons Struggling with an overwhelming urge to kill When I hear the words “Shopping Mall” Debbie Kirk is the author of two chapbooks “Lost Words of Suicide Lovers “(Pink Anarchkitty Press), and “Valley of the Gallows” (Black Hoody Nation). She has been published in a number of online publications including the following: Babel Magazine, Mystery Island Publications, Impetus, Cherry Bleeds, Mystery Island Remark…a ‘zine of damn fine poetry, Lummox Journal, Foole’s Gold, The People’s Poet, Sex and Guts etc. She has also been published in a number of print ‘zines, to name a few: Failed Seeker, Fearless, Open Minds Quarterly, Transcendent Visions, and Austin Celebrity Profiles. She is the creator and editor for Pink Anarchkitty Press. |
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