P.o.t.D. 11/30/16

The cream cheese was extra creamy;
That worried me...
"Has it gone bad?"

Just throwing darts in the dark,
Hoping I'll hit a magic number,
Instead of a wall, another block..

Listening to the seconds
Marching into oblivion -
Almost a poetic constanct, that clock..

Muffled sounds of a TV,
Blasing out through Danny's door -
At least it's not...

Can't think of a good line
That rhymes with door,
And yet conveys so much more.

exhaustin and hunger beat me down,
stark reminders that I'm so poor.
so, instead of mumbling aound,
i'm off to sleep, perhaps snore.