C^2 Breakfast

It’s snowing in Chicago right now
We’re nearly in May
Woke up at 11 on a Saturday
Reached for the bowl,
Steam my daily greens
Forgot that I’m sick,
Doc said to find other means.
“But I have needs, I have to write.”
“Now, now, everything’s gonna be just alright”
For the better I suppose
Guess its codeine and coffee for breakfast
Another day comes, another goes.
I’m syrup slumped and caffeine coked
Itching this tingle I can’t revoke
Let it pour, let it pour.
Forgot how to speak, each word a drip more.
Bleed out dry.
What’s next?
Maybe this is it,
who the hell knows
Fuck it, at least I’m lit.