Poetry Month - D6

Prompt : 10 verses - octosyllables - 3 random words : horn, intervital, ladder

Not even six A.M in the morn,
I’m already blowing my horn
The full moon’s rising and shining
Meanwhile my spirit’s here blooming
Through all its intervital gloom
And I’m rooting for the anti
Hero in me, I’m sober though
Hey, paroxetine doesn’t count right ?
Need to grind to a halt my mind
Whoops ! I missed the stop sign again
We said ten but hell who’s counting ?
I still got a ladder to climb
‘Fore my energy declines
Still got rhymes to crunch, to munch
On, between dawn and day, ‘fore lunch
When my enemies rise to play
By noon, you may find me snoozing
In the patio a book slipping
From my hands, adios! She alive ?
It looks like she might be diving
Into those vivid lithium dreams
Let her on, those make good fodder
For starved poets down the ladder.