Stopping

the bags under my eyes

carry the weight

of four days

awake

 

tonight I’m stopping

the crime against myself

against my

constitution

 

five thousand in

no way out

the door

in the floor

leads to

more

 

confusion

from the gabble

and the cackle of the day

dry up my

motivation

 

to stop

the devil

whichever color

takes time and patience

both short

in supply

 

like my will

withered and helpless

on the floor

I laugh

and request

more