Coffee stain rings crowd the upper right,

top corner, an otherwise white landscape

of a drawing board; scattered pages,

crumpled ideas, broken shards of thoughts

lie strewn about; Hands upon the floor,

knees bent, head hung, you clench your teeth,

another letter of rejection crushed

beneath boney fingertips, white flashes,

of eyes, of mouth, dilated pupils, a strange

cloud of unknown origins gathers in

the depths of your mind; its all red,

red, red, crimson carpets of liquid emotions;

Everything falls deaf to your ears, and

you smile.