i wake
i sit
in the quiet
alone
i write
tap tap
tapping
spilling out
as much
of my ugliness
as the world
can ignore
every
single
day

it brings no
peace of mind
to the pieces
of mind
i can sometiimes
find

a fool
tapdancing
in the
shadows of
a burned out
spotlight
clouds of
gnats
and disinterested
cockroachs
brown against
the brown coffee
gray against
the gray skies
bleeding colors
outside
the visible
spectrum

trapped
in a loop
of identical
hells
tapping the
ivory bones
jutting
through the
slurry of
emulsified
sorrows

only to
wake
to sit
in the quiet
alone
and vomit
as much
ugliness
as i can
enough to
not feel
it choking me
just enough
to breathe
not enough
to draw
attention

is it a
sabbatical
if no one
notices
you’re gone?