give me another cup of coffee and a few more hours

not doing well today

sleeping pills made midnight go away

but i’m still suffering from their effect

to my jello head i genuflect

and just can’t seem to start the day

 

everyone laughed when i put on Azam Ali

ignorant minds remain blind to all there is to see

now they wonder why i prefer to be alone

silence my phone

and swim my troubled sea

 

i didn’t mean to write a limerick

and i know my consonants mimic

till everything and all is an alliteration

but i try to lighten the mood of my mind’s obliteration

with a rhyme scheme as a gimmick

 

so here i am at nine a.m. mentally unstable

like Kerouac waking up under a table

with the tremors of detox

cold sweats and drenched socks

sobriety inside of me but i am still unable

 

to function, maybe now even less so

it seems the more i reveal the less i disclose

academians acquire acquisitions

and assemble a different position

but alcoholics know what really killed Poe

 

and nothing is ever that simple

you can’t cure acne by popping a pimple

and definitions and labels do not describe

the assistance i received when i imbibed

a seductive smile with cute dimples

 

and i don’t know how i got here

from sleeping pills to talk of beer

and lately every emotion becomes a poem

since i no longer hold a jeroboam

i’m sober but i still can’t seem to steer

 

do i need to write a sequel to the sequel?

on the dark streets of decay i was unequaled

now i wander more aimlessly then i did on those streets

the simplicity of solid under my feet

when the story is finished you’re left with a prequel

 

they say when you “say” it lightens the burden

a victory won like the battle of Verdun

but i cannot stop and harvest the crop when so many seeds were planted

when you believe what you have received you tend to take things for granted

and think there’s such a thing as being unburdened

 

oh don’t read with a critical eye

weigh me against your collection of lies

when you try to catch a tiger by the tail

um, you will fail

when there is nothing to surmise there is no need for compromise

 

and now it’s ten and i again

just can’t seem to comprehend

the disorder of my jello mind

so i’ll be kind

and bring all efforts to an end

 

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