Page Five

Maybe I, too, will elan how to Pilot the sky,
   Stop thinking about suicide,
   Stop being addicted to ... what is it
exactly- pain?
    Maybe I'm not addicted to it, though, maybe there is just a lot of it in me and Expressing it makes me feel good- in a way. Even though I'm in pain when I'm expressing it.

     The closest I've come to
    expressing my pain in a
    positive way is that one
time I sung for Bill.

Whoever I'm writing to, I hope you're
listening.

   I wrote a song today (to the tune of "Fly Away")
When I die
surround me with birds
surround me with birds
The bringers of song and hope
When I die
put my ashes in the trees
dust my body into the nests
of the sparrow or the wren
Doesn't matter to me- any bird will do
and if you're luckey enough