kiss my cliche

some cliche'd
swigs from
my cliche coffee
followed by the
well-entreatied
biological breakdown
and academic hypnosis
and midday prognosis
and blooming halitosis
and wellgroomed psychosis
and jealous misdiagnosis
(and that's enough)

knowledge is rough
and i am begging
for a little guidance
on this ridiculous split
life in which i inhabit
neither half,
invisibly whole