How I Would Fall Apart.

I can
think of many
ways to conclude my time,
the simple act of suicide.
A smooth slip off a building would be nice,
seamless, small, besides the splatter. The one price
would be the time between my falling life
and the ground. The wait would make me cry. One
attempt that seems intense but could be fun
is invading my brain-cage with a gun.
The only con is someone needs to clean
Up. A traffic tackle might be the dream.
Concerned cop-cars would be my only fiends.
The one trick I would not
try involves a rope-knot
round my neck, land-drowing,
dangling, and frowning.