I have eaten the last of the Corn Pops
and I feel like life no longer holds meaning .
Perhaps the calcium overdose from eating
a cereal box with a gallon of whole milk in 1 hour
will **** me and soon enough I'll never have
this empty lost feeling ever again.  
In other words... I'm still hungry.

Here I am.
There's what I know and
where I've been but it doesn't
seem to matter here. Somewhere
In this I cease to exist, in and out
of dreams and reality. All I want to say
are words of milk and honey
that somehow glisten gold, if only
for you to listen. If only I could
wield a beckoning pen and somehow
let you see the story of my soul.

My mother puts chocolate milk in my lunch
She puts it in an empty juice bottle
But today I forgot my water container, so
I'm filling up my apple juice-chocolate milk-bottle.