so sleepy
yet the words
decompose odes
asthemaggotsfeast

i follow
broken stares
down these
fights of fancy
bindedbytheblight
blindfolded with
blandages which
distastefullymisplace
anytraceofritesgonewrong

curtailingcurtaincalls
with one more round of
intangiblerectangles
to reinforce instability

i tap the screen
tap taptaptap taptaptap
yet nothing makes cents
just fashions a deeper
stateofdebtandregret

indivisiblederision
in refractory periods
as nightfalls over
anotherheartshatterserenade

tinyhammerstinktinktink
icepicksintotearducts
a lessening of malaise
inamelangeofmercurialmoans
until her smile is little more
than scars across my frontal lobe