.dot.dot.dot
when there's nothing to say
when the worm crawls in
and you find yourself naked
splayed on the living room floor
bowing to nil
when under viral seige
fluids-both ends-spewing
brains of molten lava
impossible weakness
when the finality of "bye"
like a slap in the face
you turn and go
and went, slumping inside
when mad rage possesses you
words fly from your lips
like poison needles
biting to pucker
when death crashes the party
nothing seems possible
everything futile
moving in a dream
when you're bored
and time is irrelevant
and apathy, an errant
water droplet on a glass of ice tea
meandering [like this poem] to a meaningless muddle
there is nothing to say
but .dot.dot.dot
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