Under the Marion  

apartment marquee  

apart from

an ordinary dawn  

struck listless  

mellow  

with cold-beating droplets

I felt brazen today

The business-as-usual

triumvirate of me,  

myself, and I

half-cocked and vapid

sincere an old-college-try

towards interpreting  

the internal

stifling-melodrama.

The foreboding  

cycle of thoughts  

I turn over endlessly  

is ******-minded.  

It is perpetual  

perhaps habitual and  

recurring cognizant

maladaption.

-Dissuaded  

I light up from a  

crimson-colored

and nourishing

plethora of filtered  

tobacco and  

gaze the same  

cut-cloth blank stare  

at the ordinary dawn

under the Marion  

apartment marquee