“Preparations”

Gargle liquid cyanide and swallow it with razor blades;

blow out the back of your brain blindfolded

and impatiently reconstruct it again.

 

Somersault over the ledge of an apartment completely

naked while juggling bibles and guzzling whiskey in a

handstand.

 

Catapult your contorted body towards

the oncoming traffic of a causeway

numbed from morphine,

with a pendulum held together by a dampened cigarette

before you decide to write poetry.