{9:53 p.m.}
j.p.p.
when you finally grow uP
you stop watching televisioN
till two in the morninG
and the lights which your neighbours once marvelled in the morning aT
being on when they woke uP
and well through their showerS
are gonE
you are old noW
but you have yet to see the beauty thus faR
of this awkward, post-pubescent lifestyle oF
wakE
eaT
drinK
a dark liquid of your choosinG
siT
drivE
stanD
eat lunch with twenty-five of your closest aerosol friendS
work 4 more hourS
on top of siX
or seveN
or teN
beforE
driving homE
to fix the television dinneR
an hour and a half of sitcomS
that resemble too much the place you just lefT
that resemble so much the place you just lefT
it leaves you in tearS
and the only funny thing iS
how the laughter keeps you cryinG
interrupting the newS
you find yourself whisperinG
hellO
to another silenced sob on the other end of your phonE
who ignores your e-mailS
like you ignore herS
and you both leavE
identical suspicionS
all thiS
and morE
in an effort to be distinguisheD
to be coloured against the monochromE
and pale brown skY
find the pilloW
queue the clocK
empty one more shower heaD
on the sins of your skiN
in five-point-seven hourS
when the flames of helL
more faithful than the suN
will rise again to eat theM
slowly, then yoU
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