not the, but a, scream

bittersweet, fruit i eat,
up the spiral down again,

nicotine, and caffeine,
cursor leads me where i go,

clock strikes thirty; sound, no fury;
lots to show for; not enough,

stare at myself staring at myself--
am i just worth my weight in gold?

tick
tock
drip
drop

how many Sols does it take
to screw things up?


it's three a.m. and i'm stressed out