Angst | Gregory Burbank

I wander lonely by the pool
lap _lap_lap_Like the ticking of a clock.
I explore empty, half-lit rooms
Familiar objects strange in twilight
Isolation in the dark.
Is there nothing but the self?!
Or is there only nothing at all!?
The distant stars are indifferent.
A Birthday--I break down on the sofa.
I have never made a cup of coffee.