Super Wednesday

Camomile tea with lots of honey for my throat,
reading Capital in my pajamas with the chills
from fighting off the flu.

The grapefruit juice burning as it goes down,
fessus, fessus, fessus,
fastidium, fastidium, fastidium.

Awake and pissing away my time
into the 1.4 L gpf urinal,
wandering back through towers,
reading the words Deloitte & Touche
in the sky.