three days away from caffeine
a revelry of symptom’s run and hide
a banality of sensibility takes hold
he craves the addled smog of instability
wants back his barbed contradictions
‘Mother Nature wears her newest gown’
Does she indeed, the silly cow
he prefers her off the shoulder number
dragged through a hedge backwards look
what good a table outside a café without the twins?
his feral nicotine pines for caffeine’s brotherly love
what good pen, paper and reverie without ghosts?
“My, you look well…looking better already”
“Mind your own business. Fuck off”
a low punch, a cheap shot
he should care yet does not