One of the same, coffee to blame
for the current state
of fast moving
double shot
slammed

Clammed up, my little shell
armor worn well
on tired emotion
born carelessly

3 o'clock spins off on the edge
of a bowl
burnt down
blue button

A little something, from
the deep end, eyeless,
propelled by hunger
black water under, above

The flight path of a dove
intercepted from above
bird of prey
breast open, splayed

Human endeavour all in vain
the totality is all the same
we're blinks of stories
nothing holds me
just subdues psychosis
not hopeless