i count
the broken
fingernails
rust colored
remainders
of escapes sought
crescent moons
driven between
the bricks of
this self
manufactured
penitentiary

scribbling odes
in anemic lines
to be ignored by
the rapt audience
only interested
in collecting the
agonies of a fool
vials of vile
tears running down
weathered cheeks
pitting the smooth
stone flooring
in the throes of
another suicidal
daydream divergency