Routine

wake up,
check phone,
let out moan,

stand up,
take a piss,
water runs hiss,

dress up,
clothes on,
eye WORK! c’mon,

fess up,
to myself,
about my health,

I’m up,
downstairs,
I comb my hair,

lift up,
arm weights,
my coffee hydrates,

speed up,
brain starts to work,
muscles start to fire; jerk,

drink up,
a glass of water with my drugs,
I give my wife and kids some hugs,

heat up,
some oatmeal for breakfast delicious,
ooh and a banana how delightfully capricious,

ahhh I feel so much better, what am I going to do today? Oh yeah — nothing. I’ve got nothing fucking going on. I want my fucking life back! FUCK! FUCK FUCK!

fed up,
brain is on — furious now at my predicament,
it issues me a somewhat anxious admonishment

“chin up,”
says my brain as it twists the knife,
this will only go on for the rest of your life.