<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Peace in Suicide (1979)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandiose, spread-eagled, he is lofted from the window<br>Only for his head to bond in a pool of blood <br>-Never ming the five kids in the blowing snow-<br>This man's last act was a thud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Women, they say, prefer pills, <br>While men a pearl-handled pistol.<br>Either effectively kills; <br>You become a self-defeating missile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once I drove high into the rainy mountains<br>On the Navajo Resevation<br>To compose a final note of my intentions, <br>And end it all, final anti-insurrection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that old ball point pen kept skipping<br>And the note was illegible.<br>I threw it nto the pine cones dripping<br>And tried to think of things more tangible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like driving to Gallup on a Saturday night, <br>Drinking with the Indians, a guttersnipe, <br>And, barring accident, wandering home, <br>To marry my problems to the bone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it best to live as long as possible<br>In a painful body and senseless drift? <br>To blast forth a day at a time<br>And make the best of this shameful shrift?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stan+Petrovich">Stan Petrovich</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520769" data-title="No Peace in Suicide (1979) de Stan Petrovich" data-description="Grandiose, spread-eagled, he is lofted from the window Only for his head to bond in a pool of blood -Never ming the five kids in the blowing snow- This man's last act was a thud. Women, they say, prefer pills, While men a pearl-handled pistol. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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