Zilch Remains
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Black coffee + honey = happiness.
Glowing embers cascade into an ashtray.
Quick fix for emptiness? Cannabis.
I don’t feel like writing poetry today.
Dishes tower over my head.
Where is productivity?
Sensing impeding dread.
Where is efficiency?
Must be taking the day off.
The earth spins ceaselessly at one thousand miles per hour.
Televisions ceaselessly spits meaninglessness, rotting pink brains.
Vermillion skin, a scolding hot shower.
Pen to paper, zilch remains.
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C. Backrak
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