Coming down
Off caffeine rush
Back to the pot
Emptied into mouth
Burning from scalding water
Opens blisters and washes clear
Your head from webs
Collecting on synapses
Fire dull blue flames
That produce no heat
Evaporates in AC dullness
Keeps the point pointless
To climb up now
The high is low and the low is dead
To the world only bed will work
Off this metronome swing
That gets tighter into a noose
Hangs me upside down
In a sludge puddle
Glopping my sinuses
Gentle winds quiet after the rough hurricane
Pounds the morning
Chaos gives way to mid day
Shock and awe
shit
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