arise, blink, drink, Jack in limbo
tears out of the bedsheets only
to drown in a coconut shower
and hours, and hours later
a small coffee and cigarette
to start the day off calm, right
hair tangled and skin greased

to mimic an anchor
in a little white room
firing off a synapse
6,000 times an hour

some say it sounds like torture
it may be yet, but I delight in it
doffing my shoes, curling my legs
sifting words through my ears
I could take this for more hours
and I do