Woke up
On a sunny day,
The air itched
And I smelled
The stink of the
Sea miles away.
Wanted to go
Back to sleep
But the inky
Cocoon had
Melted away in
The rays of the
New sun.
I pulled myself
Out of bed
And trudged
Into the kitchen.
After pouring
A cup of coffee
And a tumbler of
Scotch, I slouched
Into one of the
Dining room chairs.
I contemplated if
I should start
With the coffee
Or the scotch.
I reached for
The coffee,
I had a meeting
In five minutes.
Taking the pill
Out of the blister pack,
I looked across
At the full length
Mirror at the end
Of the hall.
I looked like shit.
I lost weight,
Any paler and
I would glow in
The dark; and
My posture was
Long gone. Probably
At the craps table
In Vegas.
I didn't have time
For self pity,
I placed the pill
In my mouth
And took a sip
Of the coffee,
At least that
Tasted good.
Amanda always
Got the good stuff.
I sat back
As my vision blurred
And the mess of
My kitchen faded
Into black, followed
Immediately with
A blank white space
That bled away
Revealing the office.
Why take drugs
When you can
Just take a trip
To the office.