Decaffeinated Rant
Waking to find no coffee…
If not the lowest circle of Hell, close.
The simple primate brain boggles.
The world bleak as squeezed shoes.
War criminal sense of self-loathing.
Knowing you are dumber than a snail.
Unable to think in sentences.
Brain receptors tormented by pitchforks.
Eyes crossed like a circus geek.
Pain shooting where your heart might be.
Amphetamines without the bean do not avail.
Crippled right down to your DNA.
Chewing the vanished embers of fingernails.
The throbbing self-knowledge you are god’s moron.
Not enough plasma for famished vampires.
Swearing on Houdini’s corpse
you will never be this stupid again.
Knowing that you no doubt will.
Punishment for more dire sins than
you have managed to commit in a life of trying.
Caffeine the blood of Christ and you are stuck
on a desert isle with no chance of communion.
Fuck the body and the spirit; it is blood that call out,
the necessary jump-start of transubstantiation.
Java engenders transcendence.
Death the desirable alternative.
Even the keyboard hates your fingers.
Trembling protoplasm stuck in a world of hurt.
For once, no way to overstate your case.
Suck it up! Drink tea! Pretend to be British.
No help for the terminally dull-witted.
The world feels well and truly fucked up.
You want to throttle the black sky’s living throat,
enjoy the music of car wrecks, the poetry of death rattles,
shoot ravens from trees and gnaw their beating hearts.
You are caught up in the biology of feral desire.
You are debating the merits of suicide and losing.
You are weary as a parrot on a dead pirate’s shoulder.
You are nervous as a leper in an earthquake.
This defeat is not sweet. Get naked, burgle a grocery store.
What red-blooded American jury will convict?
Five AM, no consciousness, no coffee. Even the worms are sad.
