Continental Suicide

People kill themselves in forest
a friend told me
In Japan
Everything is mad
Mad hatters
Mad mad hats
and Tiny bags
and Tiny boys and girls
and Tiny smiles
and nothing of significance
Nothing enough
Nothing enough to make them want to

Keep going
On and on
This cerebral rollercoaster
On and on
The cobbles and the sand
near the pier
With the grains
Cut through your toes
Folding heat
into glass
you are enclosed
Like a flesh marble
Rolling over
and over

Into a hole in the forest