Disintegration

                        I

This

is the time of day

that has meaning

twenty-four hours wasted on

fifteen minutes

and tomorrow morning

it may suck

                        II

“Suck”

is too harsh a word

but I shall leave it

and see how it feels

                        III

notepads

self

storage

reminders

that I am

                        IV

Just as I rob

each empty page

of its purity

so does the empty page

growing up through

my daily life

threaten to

overwhelm me

Take a glance

at midnight

                        V

Words arrive

where sleep eludes

                        VI

curses

distractions

gaps.