Another week of not

Knowing

What day it is,

Facing another dawn

On a couch

Disheveled from occasional, anguished visits

As Aristotle’s dictum

Runs through my mind

About all things in moderation

As other thoughts

Crash

Against the inside of my skull

Like seething waves upon

The rocks

Of addiction.

As I drop to my knees

Screaming

To the Almighty

To save me;

Archangels too

Raphiel, maybe,

Desperately.

And I cannot remember

When I was

Happy.

Just broken now

With a million names

In my head

Losing breath tic by tic.