yellow and blue and maybe a little green
should I make mac n cheese?
10:18 on the clock says no
but
everything is gray
and now it’s 10:22
and I haven’t thought of a single thing to say
what’s left to say anyway
the boy next-door is saying it all to the girl who lives there
and I don’t know her name
and I don’t know anything, really
not even whether or not to go make mac n cheese
and it’s still 10:22
and I’ve already said enough
I always know when I’ve said enough
by the sheer fact that I’ve said nothing at all
“these days I can’t seem to get along with anyone”
“will it be alright?”
so I’ll sit here and think about nothing
until the mac n cheese has gone stale in the drawer
10:26 and this is worthless, pale poetry
if you can even call it that
10:27
so I’ll put my shoes on and go make the mac n cheese
and think about what I’ll wear tomorrow
which is still as useless as thinking about nothing
but at least it’ll pass for sanity
and it’s 10:29