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 loose 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 yes

Preserve it for eternity no

Preserve it for posterity

A still life