flat...

the dogs of depression are upon us this morning,
a pack in search of a scavenge
or maybe something fresher,
they are doing their best

I'm not sure what the cause is...
but there is a heavy air thick
with feelings of impending doom
of course, doom is contextual...
meaning one person's doom
is another person's hiccup

I think it's our addiction to caffeine
and our lack of it the last two mornings,
we have been slurping on decaf
since we can't seem to remember
to get to the store for the real stuff

our last legal high
and maybe because it's legal,
it's still too boring to buy
we need the risk and intrigue and drama
then the coffee will really buzz