Bong hits for breakfast 
tear my lungs to bits anymore. 
I must be getting old. 
Is it true you need less sleep
instead of more
as you start to shuffle closer
to that big, long, dirt nap?
I heard that and didn’t bother 
to double check. 
Heard your body ain’t got time to waste
on melodramatic and epic dreams
that leave you shuddering
with sappy nostalgia, oozing ennui
and seeping fading deja vu come sun up.

I haven’t slept and probably won’t.
At least not till my body or this bowl
makes my brain give it up.
Maybe I’m of the age
where a nap’ll be enough.