by _refugee_

This is for eightbitsamurai

after Bukowski

     You are 10,000 milligrams of caffeine
     burning through my blood in
     insect-jitters or
     you are like looking at the sky
     to see night has fallen
     to see the cold shaking stars
     and finding the moon
     is big enough to climb into.

     You are insomnia
     without feeling tired. 

     You are the  Buddha of completion,
     the Nirvana of to-do lists
     you have silenced my starvation
     without killing my hunger
     for more
     I think that you have killed isolation,
     murdered loneliness

     and also bad tigers

     there is a dollar crumbled
     in my pocket
     like a piece of trash
     like a poem
     and also like a dollar

     I could not go to sleep
     tonight because I could not
     let the world keep living
     without being there to see it
     and now I am scrawling ideas
     across George Washington's stern and disapproving face

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Explanation: I wrote this poem in 2010 or so when trying to describe what Adderal felt like to me during the height of my addiction. It is a response poem to a Bukowski poem. I do not remember what poem. I do not think it is published on the web. I was reading a lot of Bukowski then so I can't even pinpoint a book I'm afraid.

from the discussion here