I've only met 2 men in my life who have made me think twice about my mortality...one of them is this man right here, Joey Pewenofkit. He's beening detained from me and the rest of the world for some fraudulent claims, and a menial kink in the "system" that has burned a scarlett letter in his chest. Joey, my dearest, we are all waiting for you with open hearts as well as open arms. Much love forever!! This is a piece of his work he gave me before his incarceration.








I Wanna...

I wanna hang heavily
from a tree,
I wanna escape my thoughts
for they won't let me be.
I wanna fly like a bullet
from a car,
I wanna get away
some place far.
I wanna drink poison
in hopes I die,
I wanna kiss a socket
in hopes I fry.
I wanna be scraped
from the walls,
I wanna stand on the edge
jump and fall.
I wanna slice my wrist,
bleed to death,
I wanna drown myself,
take my last breath.
I wanna lay on the track,
be torn in two,
I could name a number of things
I wanna do.
I guess I'll hold on,
start brand new.
Life's not easy,
I thought you knew...

© Joey Pewenofkit '97