Day-Zombie

Caught
between awake and sleep-crazy:
Everything skitters,
stutters,
jitters;
Eyelid set on constant twitch,
spots blossoming in each yawn,
speech skidding and slurring.
Words jumble, rearranging themselves in midair:
which-way. every up Turning

How can I function
with functions shutting themselves down?
Why is my head crammed with cotton?
How can 3:31 a.m. expect me to study under these conditions?
I am a day-zombie
With a Starbucks catheter,
ceaselessly self-caffeinating
to propel me disjointedly through a few more classes -
until, at long last, I can stumble into bed
and smother myself with sleep.