I need a new pcp

as of late one of my few indulgences
is sitting on my porch
in the heat of summer
contemplating
and when a refreshing breeze
appears out of nowhere
I usually turn my face skyward
thanking the heavens for thinking of me
but
life trudged on wearing shit covered boots
my tune changed channels
and having established a baseline
I’m more convinced that that breeze
is merely death doing a drive-by
my chart in hand
surrounded by ghostly interns
writing a new entry, smiles
taps me on the head with his scythe
then disappears into the heat of my day