The Positive SuicideA Poem by sherwinPut him in his room, a patent of his own accord.
Pulling strands of linoleum light
through the trap door. Underneath the sinister pulse a zig-zag of thought, livid and fucked, a Constitution of his own accord. Trapped animal. Re-born and a need to be freed. Breed your ideas and annunciate
your lies.
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