words

repetition, repetition,
repetition, repetition,
faucet drip insomnia,
electric hum
and the blue arc of death,
poor choices and slow egress,
emergence from this dark corner,
hunger and delirium,
headaches, pornography,
hubris and defecation.

bones popping and skin scratching,
yellow pills of comfort,
of denial and acceptance,
dark hour destitution,
bare walls and empty pockets,
echoes of poverty,
insect armies setting up bases
in the corners of my room,
crawling across my skin at night
and retreating as i rise.

the sun comes and goes
in negative order
and this circadian rhythm is weak
and unstable like atom bomb nuclei
ready to break apart the whole world
in a quiet evening of sadness,
watching the minutes grow tired
and move on, watching the morning
of my night come to pass
in a kind of idiot repetition
where i am a cycle without pause,
repetition, repetition,
repetition, repetition.

-S.C. Martinez