Irritable and hateful
at the computer.

Coming fully down from a good buzz
when the whole world
was a jar.

I could hold it in my hands.

Now
coming down
and not buzzing for ****,
not even a beer
in my crib,
I get lonely
and I feel like Atlas
again.

That jar
being
too big
for
two hands,
and feeling my heart
taking scalpels
to my arteries.

It's trying
to find some new space,
new strength,
new alleys
for new blood
that'll be able
to handle all this
new pressure
of a planet-sized jar.

So now,
I'm irritable and hateful
at the computer,
and telling you
about being
broke and no longer
drunk
with nothing
in sight.