Schrödinger’s Lament (repost)
I don't remember his whole name
And barely his face
I only knew him years ago
In that oft forgotten place
They say he moved up north
To that kingdom called new york
Where giants walk the earth
And pharaohs go to work
We used to talk once or twice
A decade or a year
But now its been 15 whole years
And a second decade nears
I havent ever heard from him
Since giants kneeled to earth
Felled by airplanes from the sky
And fear saw its rebirth
I like to think he's doing fine
My existence just slipped his mind
I cant face the alternative
Which is that he no longer lives
Is his name among the dead?
Or only in my head?
The first time you attempt suicide
They swarm
And platitudes fall from their lips like rain
Next time you feel this way…
Call me
Anytime day or night
I'll answer I'll always answer
The second time you attempt suicide
They never come
You never told them
You just fail
And go about your day
You didn't die
Now there are bills to pay
And there are no marks to show
Never any marks to show
The sixth time you attempt suicide
You try
You dial
And later that day when you're on the floor
Unmarked
But so damaged
The failure of your latest attempt scattered around you
At that exact moment
There are five people
Each with a missed call and your name
Some have a message
Most don't
The ones who do
Wont know what's going on
No need to panic anyone
Wow you really suck at the whole death thing
At that exact moment
There are two people who are supposed to call you back
Who answered the phone
And cut you off before you could speak
I'm busy right now
I'll call you back later
They'll forget
But you'll never forget
And even when you meet new people
Make new friends
Even as they gather things about you like puzzle pieces
You still know they're lying
That's the only thing you can trust
That they're lying
And when the day comes
The day that you really should have called someone
There will be no missed calls
There will be no conversation rain checks
There will be you
Finally sticking the landing
And there will be them
Offering platitudes
At a black coffin
And an empty cage
Schrödinger’s lament
I don't remember his whole name
And barely his face
I only knew him years ago
In that oft forgotten place
They say he moved up north
To that kingdom called new york
Where giants walk the earth
And pharaohs go to work
We used to talk once or twice
A decade or a year
But now its been 15 whole years
And a second decade nears
I havent ever heard from him
Since giants kneeled to earth
Felled by airplanes from the sky
And fear saw its rebirth
I like to think he's doing fine
My existence just slipped his mind
I cant face the alternative
Which is that he no longer lives
Is his name among the dead?
Or only in my head?
Ketchup hearts break so fast
Do you want to know about love?
I can tell you
I can tell you about laughing so hard you don't think you'll ever stop
I can tell you about slightly singed eggs with ketchup hearts
About feeling so light you could fly
If you want to know about love I can tell you about hating someone so much but never having the thought of leaving cross your mind
When angry sex is the only sex and you realize the foolishness of placing your heart in someone else's hand only when they start to squeeze.