get me out of here
all the faces are the same

i'll swallow sand
i'll swallow snow

just get me out of here.

melodramatic eyes

i rise with the world on five puffy-eyed hours.

is it bleakness that mutes the taste of the banana, is it bleakness that encourages ambiguity of the bonsai's existence?

i'm melodramatic.
i smile.

they still paint. the outcome gets worse. in the distance i see the last walk through this strangely bare passageway.
and i see irony begging me to a diferent place that has five or ten more of these cold corridors.

different at first.

but at the end of each stride, the same.

i'm melodramatic.
i smile.

the solar panel failed to make it through the weekend. it couldn't get the paperwork done.

back to the blinding black basement, far far from the sun.

at least the sun sucker doesn't have feelings.

i'm melodramatic.
i smile.

the leaves are turning, sick with fall.

i eat a cookie and my fortune tells me

'you will have a chance soon
to make a profitable transaction.'

i guess i'll buy a lottery ticket.