Blue screens on Window’s

      decay

Reflected on

the spectacles of

      a dead man who

                  was quite

Alone

      quietly with Friday night,

and Friday was chewing away

            the four-eyed corpse’s scalp,

when colorless

(from apathy) brain juice

      seeped through his nearsighted

      dilated eyes and crept down

his cooling face

You’d think he’s been

      crying—

      But at least

            the flies

are kissing him goodbye.