i gave this sugarless coffee a chance
but there are enough dying children in the world
for me to suffer also
blindly without reason

so i go to seven eleven for hazelnut syrup
and run into a man wearing a bunny suit
in hot pursuit
of a cheap cigarette

i'm not being a south american surrealist poet either.
there indeed was a man standing by the banana rack
speaking with the clerk
and wearing a white rabbit costume

nothing in the vicinity was laughing, except the man's soul
he knew what he wanted, and he took control
like the dying children can no longer do
so let the demons rejoice in the black pool of my academic servitude