three forty in the morny

three forty in the morny
the fuchsia hued liquid of my evian bottle
lies dormant yet potent
the elixir runs through my veins like a desperate madman
thrusting itself into the multitude of brain cells
making me feel driven to mania... maybe
and the freshly cut sandwich lies to my right
carbohydrates, cellulose fiber, protein, and triglycerides
all enmeshed in a healthy concoction
a recipe
for individuals that torture themselves
by seeking production and passion
at three forty in the morny

we stare fixedly at our laptops
the glare of the screen illuminating our faces
in this already bright, fluorescent world
high ceilings and victorian brick
reminiscent of a castle
supported by the beams
of compiled signifiers.
and we are
reminiscent of children
supported by the dreams
of compiled blankets.
he. he. he. he.