This is the part
of the day
where I reach
for empty bottles
of yesterday’s
complacency

I’m parched
but incapable
of serving myself
a drink

There is no
quick fix
when your
own body
refuses
to concede

I’m dialing
numbers
that are out
of service
paralyzed
by thoughts
of depletion
the threat
of today
is now a threat
of tomorrow

What’s a man to do
once he’s lost
a vital connection

It’s a beautiful day
outside in
Pittsburgh
such a shame
I have no
recollection of
how to enjoy myself
let alone
enjoy the day