Caffeine Crying Crazy

Living coffee to caffeine
Lighting too many cigarettes
From already lit cigarettes
Leaving a tray of ash behind.

Fumbling fingers flim-flam about:
Scratch the dog,
Scratch the cat,
Complicating the comfort of touch.

Everything feels like too much.
It needs a professional fix,
Like my life.
Overwhelmed.

Sit a spell,
Take your shoes off,
Center yourself now, breathe. . .
Perhaps a cozy fire. . .

"Cough, cough, gasp."
Don't panic!
Open the flue,
The smoke will clear.

Grey silted fog creeps its exit
Through the open door, to cold atmosphere
Now rushing in damp, chilled,
Like some kind of original sin.

"Beep, beep, beep,"
Emitted most shrilly.
The smoke alarm works,
Now, most surely.

Is it the smoke alarm
Or is it my heart?
Some kind of alarm
Went off at the start.

Fixing one more pot of coffee,
Lighting one more cigarette,
A little less overwhelmed
When the air is clean and fresh.

Smoke comes of fire,
Trails of airy distraction.
I've got to leap from this train
Vacant of self-satisfaction.