the profane

It’s the caffeine
    and the nicotine
          The sedatives
                & the smell of propane
                           keeping me still
               irritatingly awake
I need a b re a k from existence
            from hearing |my family| in pain
            gluttony indeed swills liquid octane

            I can’t bear this…
             I may be physically absent
           but my spirit is there
                for some, that’s more
                     than they’ll ever again receive
         [like I never was here to begin with]


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