I   Honeymoon Period with the Drug

It's not that I don't listen to

My wife.

It's just that after my tenth coffee,

I'm moving in a time and space continuum

Slightly further ahead of her,

And her voice

Sounds like,

The tick-tock

Of the clock.

II Dependency and Mood Change

I find another imbecile

With the temerity

To be cheerful

In the morning

Before coffee.

I put him on my list

And turn the page.

III At Night

I swivel in bed,

Like a mole

In his tunnel,

Searching for

Juicy worms.

My eyes

Drill holes,

In the moonlight,

Into the ceiling.

No choice

But to

Brew up a fresh pot,

And await the dawn.