Thermodynamics

Once again
Living off rum
Cigarettes
and no more
Than five hours
Of sleep
Allows me
To feel the years
I have
Subjected myself
To similar treatment

Seem to remember
Mornings
When I could shake
The burn
With another drink
Rip or drop
Of flying eyeball

When considering
The bloodshot skeleton
Hanging above
The bathroom sink
I start to believe
These memories
Are the fables
Of another man
I liked well enough
To call my own