Spalding Gray

Every other time
I drowned
I lived
to tell
the tale.

This time
I leave
the telling
to you.

I consider
this
an end
in itself.

You may say
I'm overcome
with despair
and dive
into
thin air.

You may say
I give
of myself
too freely
too nakedly.

You may say
I stripmine
my life
and let the topsoil
erode.

You may say
this slag
is all
that's left
of my heart.

You may say
I welcome
the blackness
beneath me.

You may say
this
final dive
is my
swan dive.

You may say
I enter
the water
with scarcely
a splash.

You may say
I leave
my last
act
to your
imagination.

My striptease
in darkness
is done.
Tell it
how you will.

by Doug Lane

Comments (1)

Sad poem but wonderful portrait thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken