I Need That Drug (silly, aging me)

           I Need That Drug 

It’s 4am and I’m awake,

And so I take up Mac

Who sits beside,

And grope for pen to start the ride

Into a poem,

For phrase and rhyme of the most nebulous formation

Have installed themselves into my equally

Unclear and foggy brain train station.

 

Left to need a drug to write,

This sluggish mind awake this night

And cloudy when it’s morning light,

Won’t think, won’t write,

Cannot create

Until that cup of coffee.

 

So, until the sun comes up

And hubby brings that morning cup

With warmed milk and a pancake.

I remain unwillingly awake

Mac’s screen the only source of luminescence,

Pen and paper of the essence

Funny ponderings, mental wanderings,

Scrawling like a daft bedbug

Waiting for the morning gulp

To bring my muse to shape and type

The rest.

I Need That Drug 11.5.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Coffee Book II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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