Your new poem, SUICIDE AND CYANIDE, reminds me of Rev. Jones and Kool-Aid and peach pits (or is it cherry pits?). Cyanide is supposedly a very quick death, but also a painful one. I think if you swallowed some and began reading "i take my pills...", you'd be dead before you got to the end of that line.
ONE LAST BIRTHDAY is also melancholy. It's not easy to develop a jaunty cadence when reciting such sad poetry.
I think Poe would have been delighted with your latest two efforts, Rick.
ONE LAST BIRTHDAY is also melancholy. It's not easy to develop a jaunty cadence when reciting such sad poetry.
I think Poe would have been delighted with your latest two efforts, Rick.