I perch here
idle hands,
administer the dregs
of my coffee, to
a flagging, dull head
agonizing over
every flimsy word
I might utter
to make my dull life
bright
grasping at a flatlining pulse
a woody smile
from the wreckage of my past.
Look!
Look at this earnest celebration of chaos
that drives away oblivion.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
I perch here
idle hands,
administer the dregs
of my coffee, to
a flagging, dull head
agonizing over
every flimsy word
I might utter
to make my dull life
bright
grasping at a flatlining pulse
a woody smile
from the wreckage of my past.
Look!
Look at this earnest celebration of chaos
that drives away oblivion.
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