a prayer for unbrewed beans

the coffee maker
died
without
a sound
no gurgling gasp
just a
flashing light
and no
percolation.

the morning
feels
too goddamned
impossible
to comprehend
with no sleep
a burgeoning
clusterbomb
resting in a band
around my skull
and no
coffee to greet
the sun.

as the things
i cannot
control
scream at me
of my own
inefficiencies
sundered
friendships
and angry tears.

the coffee maker
died
and it is
unpossible
to navigate
the darkness
in my mind
as the sun
wakes everything
but the
broken fool.

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