Destruction of the self

Suicide letter

Destruction of the self

it's a snapshot of destruction

we all want it

it's so clever

post capitalist punk

but where do we go

capturing a zeitgeist

Suicide Letter

It’s not your fault

I had to destroy myself

They couldn’t make cookies out of me

I didn’t fit into the clock

And I am so bored by my drivel

My hips wont fit into the

Existential jean of the self

Suicide Letter

My madness is my bread and butter

But for my family

the bin juice

Everyone can be okay

If someone is not okay

It is sticky

on the side of the cupboard

Suicide letter

Why didn’t you fucking communicate

I want a communication

Pre post and during the breakdown of self

Now say 3 hail Marys and have a cup of tea

Meditate yourself into tescos

This book will tell you how regularly to shit

And when to phone your mother

Suicide letter

DON'T tell her about the medical issue

Tell her about the meeting

The one where you smiled

And sold him a flat top radio-car

Which doubles up as a gin pourer

Or when you ran 5k to save a fashion designer

From drowning in her own material

Suicide letter

It is not your fault. It is not your fault

IT’S THEIR FUCKING FAULTS

The ones who forgot to take out the dry cleaning

Or pay their taxes.

Or chained themselves to Railways

So that they could have films made about them

Starring Tilda Swinton.

Suicide letter

Better to send a text

Hey how are you?

Today I washed my hair in Olive Oil

The grease got everywhere

I slid around and couldn’t get back up for a bit

I phoned in sick and composed hoity toity emails

I vomited out words faster than a banker cashes cheques

Suicide Letter

You should have sent me a letter

Can we talk?

Or reply to my text

Two ticks on the whatsapp message

I waited

It doesn’t come

It never came

I wrote a suicide letter

I’ll write my own suicide letter

We all wrote your suicide letter

Perhaps it was lost

Misplaced

Now there is nothing for it

It will be written for you.