the subtle art
of binge watching
the inside
of one’s eyelids
seems to have been
lost
upon this
always on world

through
a heady haze
of exhaustion
the need
for one more
trumps
the bodily desire
for sleep

one more stanza
one more fix
one more episode
one more kiss
one more
is the rallying cry
of the deficient mindstate
of deficiency state of mind

still the screen
backlit to disguise
the lack
of light inside
calls out
scrolling through
the same three apps
nothing seems to change