Safe people don’t write poetry
Place the barrel
deep in my mouth
deep throat
push
further
further
further
let it rest
pull the trigger
don't let it kill me
don't leave it too long
my sputum might get in the way
of gurgling last words
you could use in your memoir
write about me
after I die young
If I stay
till you trace the wrinkles of my story
on my face
and feel the roughness of my skin
there's nothing to write
baby
There is nothing to write
aging woman in a cage
of her own making
young voluptuous dead poet
more exciting
erotic
dazzling
to write about
Safe people
don't write poetry
sweetie
There's nothing to say
about the passage of time
days in and out
sleeping soundly
cradling you in my dreams
you kicking me out of yours
but when I press that barrel
baby
against your forehead
the side of your head
your hairline
when I wrap that tape
so that you can't see
can't speak
it won't be safe anymore
I won't be the old witch from Hell
and you won't be Dracula
But if we stay
remain silent a little longer
maybe we can survive
to our seventies
boring old souls who made it
not hectic transparent croons who couldn't take it