May Try to Break Habit; Likely Not

Do I require caffeine to 
write another poem? Perhaps
to deliver another package
to the ceramic watering
hole. But not to write 
another poem. Another
poem comes without that
extra effervescence that bubbles
beyond my approach to language.
It's a context that becomes coffee,
given some more milligrams of its
drugs. But I will probably do it 
anyway. Judging by the history
that says all life is a pattern
defined by defiance against
those predictable sources
of death. I mean sleep.