Falling flat unto the void
yellow pale phlegm
- a baby whining.
Screaming happens
to just be noise

Could the world just rock me gently,
coax me toward the long rest?
Instead it pushes -
to the brink and back,  
a steady metronome.
Surviving is what I do best.

Knock, knock.
no one’s home.

Life is just one big ******* joke.