cousin to the copier
i commiserate with office machines
whose red warning lights flash
toner: low! (i know how this feels)
my warning lights have often flashed
serotonin: low!
the toner-deficient copier produces
mere spotty outlines of intended concepts
serotonin-deficient, my communication center outputs
only perfunctory monosyllables
but somebody from supply always
pops in the brand new cartridge
at the medicine cabinet
i always pop the capsule
the copier prints state-of-the-art graphics
i am gregarious
NEARING THE END OF THE LINE 