Just wanted to thank you for sharing this. I really enjoyed it very much. It
told the "green" truth with a wry sense of humor and irony. Funny mental
images even with such a sad and sober subject.. I say, Bravo. JoDe
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From: "Hugh Tolhurst" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, July 06, 2000 6:33 PM
Subject: A poem on suicide by a contemporary youth
> from "Horse Lyrics"
>
>
> 7. Instrumental
>
>
> all kids think of suicide
> like all kids think sleeping pills
> might win you a day off school
> for me there was dying under green trees
> buried in the spring you know
> the green would die greenly.
>
> the impossibility of it
> doesn't occur to you as a teenager,
> the impossibility of few things
> will occur before you first lose your head
> over someone now less than special
> but not worth the blame.
>
> too old to top yourself
> because friends are wise to you
> & you are wise enough to yourself
> to leave it to latin lovers in ludicrous
> Almodovar films, or Japanese couples
> with wilder kitchen utensils
>
> drinking yourself to death
> has more advantages than most methods;
> in my green dreams of park suicide
> I don't remember what the instrument was
> but the grass was lush & jolly
> & the bottles were red
>
>
>
> Hugh Tolhurst
>
>
>
>
>
> from Filth and Other Poems
> (Nth Fitzroy: Black Pepper, 1997)
>
> this suite soon to be reprinted in full in
> Calyx: 30 Contemporary Australian Poets,
> edited by Peter Minter and Michael Brennan
> (Brooklyn NSW, Paper Bark, 2000)
>
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