swimming in a sea of caffeination –
falling down a listless path
the others drifting nearby
almost lazily, but they keep me afloat.
Makeshift life jackets save my conscious self
with an unconscious effort,
knowing nothing more than the science
they live up to: buoys bobbing
up and down like the florescent peel
of yellow skin stuck in the water.
That acidic iceberg set in the distance
follows the ebb and flow of my mind
until I crash into that block of ice
you sunk my battleship
and I am awake