i can’t
recall the last
time i slept
but as i
stood pissing
the bubbles
formed a
spider’s eye
i watched as
the mass
blinked once
before i
quickly flushed
the angry glare
remained even
as it spun
down the drain

the music is
up loud and the
voices whisper
a mad hush
coming through
in three dimensions
of apathy

wrote and wrote
yet still so
far behind as i
make believe
impossible scenarios
where i am enough
tossing and turning
as the harshness
of reality
glares down
a thousand spider eyes
in abject disappointment
casting judgment
before pulling
the handle as i
rotate dizzily
down the drain