.
Phone alarm sounds.
Whose fucking idea
was this, anyway?
Goads me awake.
Sings me to sleep.
Demon in a box
won’t haunt my dreams.
Or will it?
Fuck it.
One you’re plugged in
it’s so hard
To pull yourself out again.
but it shouldn’t be.
It’s not that dirty bitch.
Not cocaine.
Not heroin.
Goddamn, she pumps that dopamine, though.
Hotter than a red dress
hanging off the tits and hips,
and jacked right in
to everything,
and everyone,
all the time.
That’s how I can tell
it’s a lie.
Lay me down hard.
Exhausted, the old-fashioned way.
Wake up with the rooster.
Piss stiff,
the first real problem of the day.
Get sunlight in my eyes, early.
Ditch the succubus
in my hand.
She’s offering me the world,
but I’ll do her just like Jesus,
because the world
is in His hands.
Right out my front door.
What do I even need this thing for?
Ping.
Ding.
Plonk.
It lives on its own, now.
Not sure it even needs me.
Maybe it can entertain itself?
Put itself to sleep.
Wake itself up.
Fuck it.
“Siri, play Whiskey Myers.”
.
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DJR – 2023
