X-T-C

Xanax, please pick up; and regenerate, because -

Tonight, I have only five seconds -

Come midnight.

‘5’

Ever, 

Called, 

Searching,

To,

Ask,

Somebody,

‘Why?’

‘4’

Calling for no answer,

So,

Time to write a message.

And, intimidate, and dare to,

Stop God's engineering; and the,

Yesteryears, on these pavements.

‘3’

Til, well, I am getting fucking tired of shaking.

And, still, I pass into the traditional lingering reverberation -

Seconds, they tick by, but wait!

Yet, it is out with the old and in with the new.

'2'

And, well, I take one more Trimipramine; and,

Sit back down on the couch, where you said:

Yes, there is something about this place where dreams come true.

‘1'

   Shake off the Citalopram and the nightmare; and,

You know the time, it creeps as midnight cues for my dues.

Happy New -

Year!