“Selfish, is what it is”,
Explained the driver standing next to me.
“You and I, my friend, could be here all day!
Son-of a-bitch, why not pick a high rise?”
Why bridges?
Terrible odds
You lose you die, ... or
Maybe that’s winning?
“Poor bastard, won't be home for dinner”,
My new found buddy snickered,
“Course I won't be home for dinner either.
Maybe they should just push ‘em?”
Why bridges?
Is it the water,
Does the serpent brain
Look to retrieve a time eons old?
“You know, Brooklyn Bridge
Got a nice wide walk,
But here, Christ! no walk,
You’d be lucky not to get whacked before “take-off”!
Why this bridge?
How long ago did he plan this walk?
Did he leave a note in the kitchen?
Or was there no one and no kitchen?
The bridge must offer comfort.
Jogging up the car lane
Drivers give way
Eventually grasping your intention.
Would you have us reach out,
Persuade you there are choices,
This need not be the end,
Only witness your life ending escape?
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