4am Delusional

Temples pulsing,
pounding, pounding with
every SLAM of the second hand-
The agony of every miserable,

Aching


Stretched out


Minute.

Giggling with the foolish glee
of caffeine psychosis.
Nonsense bubbling up like
that second, third, fourth pot
of dark liquid hazelnut cocaine.

Sitting on the sidelines
cheering for all the words swimming,
Letters doing backflips,
on the screen.

Waiting, madly waiting
for the shrill harmonious scream
of the six a.m. electronic rooster.