On A Ledge - Poem by Stan Petrovich
I do not see any longer,
And I became real depressed;
Now I sit on a ledge
High above the traffic
Like Mars sitting above the outstretched city skies;
I am recording this so all may know my random thoughts:
It is an old-fashioned cassette tape, too,
Showing that I am a lowclass beggar
Commiting a vile suicide.
I decided to be naked for this action,
(Let them get a jolt out of my mangled nakedness) !
Let me tell you my philosophy of life now:
All is nothing and there are no magical gods or god-
Dogs are magical, and insofar as they are true,
So are women, red sky at night, the froth of fresh beer.
I am the king of my castle and you cannot intend to harm me there-
Or I will take off your head in oh so many ways.
But being blind sucks, and I'm going to jump now;
No one below is watching or to the side (I think) :
Yippee Kay Yah, I go now and leave it up to you
To do the housecleaning on the street below...
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