Familiarity
Has become a
Stuffy, strangely sickening
2nd skin,
Throttling thirsts
That need immediate quenching. 
It grips me
Like one's favorite vice,
Smothering
Far-fetched dreams,
Snapping in half
Fanciful fantasies
Of new terrain.
Familiarity
Oh, how insufferable
Art thou!
Maybe I need
A midnight train
To the Middle of Nowhere
To relieve me of you.