Dollhouses & War

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16. My Brain on Coffee

#SIXTEEN

 

Knock knock

who's there? 

Buzz.

Buzz who? 

Who buzz, 

not buzz lightyear, 

but buzz leap, 

buzz fall, 

buzz whir and tick,

buzz amazing. 

 

This is my brain on coffee. 

Like steroids but in bean form. 

It marathons circular race tracks 

and hurdles over thin air and dust bunnies. 

 

I am the runner at the back, 

wheezing after coughing up

my left temporal lobe. 

 

My mind on coffee is Usain Bolt. 

It gets it done 

without caring

and then it needs surgery,

after a car crash of deprivation and empty fuell. 

 

I feed the monster to become a monster

and leave a monstrous shroud behind. 

That is my brain on coffee 

and I feed it many,

many times. 

 

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