Brick Wall Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Diet Pepsi and a cigarette.
A turkey and pastrami sandwich
Digesting in my stomach.
Thirty minutes still to kill
With Rivers Cuomo pining in my headphones.
It is warm and sunny for December
And the red black and blue flannel I am wearing is slowly overheating.
I can close my eyes in rest or write,
It always comes down to this.
I think about how the holidays used to mean something to me,
Now they are just a day off of work.
This week will pass and I'll have survived
Another busy but pointless and fleeting year.
I am not devastated by seasonal depression or anything,
I am simply bored.