POEM: My Stash

I’m digging into my stash
It’s been a long day
Of disappointment and truth
Give me a little gin and some vermouth
Flick that zippo
Let me breathe it in
I’m on the old couch
Let the games begin
I pour myself another one
Come undone, what’s the point?
My joint makes for great company
Any anything to numb the pain
The train of thought derailed
I’ve failed. I’ll try again.
But for now, I’m chained
In a prison of highs
On which I don’t rely
I lie. And so do
The rest of you
Nicotine, caffeine
All for dopamine
You’re not better than me
I shout at imagined people
I’m lost in my reverie
Sick and sweet like treacle
I don’t need help. I’ll be
At work tomorrow, so func-tional
Then come home to empty rooms
“I’m doomed” alone, I gloom
But I’m set to forget
Until the next disappointing day
When I’ll be digging into my stash