really craving funeral finger sandwiches at this hour

I pour coffee up to the shadow,
and I think death is coming,
and I like it. 

I break the blinds,
because I hate blinds,
but also to make more 
end-of-the-afternoon shadows. 

I got some jokes
we can work on,
like it's real work. 

I think that death
is coming around
and I like it,
and I like that I like it. 

I am hungry,
and I hate these conversations
about bad luck.