the reckless
abandon of
my teenage
years left me
a few lifetimes
ago
i can close
my eyes and
remember
the glory
but i look at
these scars,
the layers of
pain on these
broken legs
this lifeless
soul feels
trapped and
only knows
one way out
time to write
a note and find
the proper place
for a noose
do i want to
be remembered
or is it more
my style to be
brushed aside
like the common
trash of a city
street