Obituary
I ran out of luck,
So I went looking for someone to kill me
I went looking for some mercy
But everybody's closed on Sundays
I ran out of love,
So I went looking for someone to refuse me,
To turn a sharp corner and lose me,
But the sidewalk was empty
I ran out of songs to sing,
So I wrote an obituary
To the tune of "Goodnight Irene"
Then I washed my stone hands in the sink
I ran out of changes,
So I went looking for someone to paint me,
To preserve my frozen face
Preserve it for posterity?
Preserve it for eternity?
Preserve it for posterity
A still life