I pushed the UP button
But the elevator went DOWN
Down so fast it left
my stomach
Twenty-two floors above me

Down so hard my legs
were worn
Like shock absorbers on
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roads

Down is more than a direction
it's a
belly pain
So like a cowboy
in the Saturday matinee
I bit the bullet

Teeth clenched
Lips curled
But the pain
wouldn't go
I spat the round into the chamber
Spun it like
a side show mandala
Then put the blue-black
frozen barrel
In my mouth

I pulled the trigger
But the gun
mis-fired
With a click
As loud
as applause

The gun fell
My thumb pressed
the UP button
There must be a limit
to DOWN

YES - It's autobiographical.
No- It does not reflect where my head is today.