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
