A Golden Noose

there’s something

secretly delicious

in almost letting go

hanging on by a thread

and letting the world go to hell

and back

and back

and back

 

what would I give

to snap responsibilities

with big golden scissors

snip snap

snip snap

snip snap

snip

 

I’m bored with my poetry

my stories suck

my rope to reality

is ten kilometres thick

and I’m hanging

not by a thread

but by a noose

a noose

a noose

a noose

 

a golden noose

strangling me

 

 

Copyright July 2020