Ink and Syringe

Between mind and money

Tempered by pen and paper

I inject my hourly dose

Of coffee and silence

An addiction drugged

By piles of work

In a world demanding

Less sleep from me

In daylight windows

Of bus travels

I quick shot deep within

To ease the pain

Of restlessness

In the face of unwanted

When spirit detaches

From overwhelmed flesh

Another sip to rip my healing eyelids

A wound of wakefulness

Is my penchant indeed