Precipitous Drop

Talkin’ About my-my-my Energy (OMG He Stutters)

This is How my Body Feels/Has Felt for the Past Three Months/Image by Chris “CJ” Johnson from Pixabay

I reverted to a drug, albeit a legal one
Inside a cup of black tea,
Yeah, am talking about the razz-ma-tazz
Of Caffeine.

Good thang it weren’t no coffee, though.
Cause if it were, cause if it were I prolly would’ve been
Up all night, jonesin’ on the Night Vibe, or the Night Shift,
Or putting on the Night Moves:

Can’t remember my daze as a night owl in my
Twenties, Thirties, Forties, Fifties, and Sixties…
It was fun, it was work, it was safe, it was dark and warm
Like a womb without view, thanks very much.

I was so irritated with zilch energies and draggin’
My sorry ass around, loaded down with spaced-out
(Don't cha just love the sound of repeating redundancies?)
Disassociations, with perturbations, and procrastinations

Oar Loose Associations
Dipping into the night waters, lantern poised over the bow
Of the bed of my boat gliding through becalmed moonlit
Waters…