Addiction

Addiction

you are the whiskey bottle hidden

in the toilet tank.

 

shameful whispers

constantly drip-dropping

from behind my perked ears.

 

sparrow nests of dead letters,

broken jewelry and tearstained mementos

that lie naked and hungry

in old blue shoeboxes.

 

calling me.

always calling to the jagged cliffs

of second guessing and regret.

 

no medicine,

bloodletting or prayer

can exorcise the poltergeist itch

that haunts the tunnels of my bones.

 

phantom cell phone ringtones

sing like high pitched birds of ache

from within my rusty ribcage.

 

I need a taste of your lips,

a sniff of your neck

and a sip of your nectarous

passion

to get me by.

 

even a cold midnight

text message

to stop the onslaught

of silent lonelies

swarming, stinging,

poisoning my innards.

 

don’t even be you

this time.

 

be the flesh of the darkness,

the lips of the night,

a holy ghost to save

my lost soul

one more meaningless

time.

 

be anything you want.

 

I’ll be waiting in the same old

worn out hole,

like a shaky junkie

waiting

for dope to numb

&

hope to dumb.

 

waiting,

like a heartbroken child,

for the lost puppy

whose never coming home.

Reviews

[roarke]

There's all kinds of addictions, afflictions, and endless emotional restrictions. One of the many cool characteristics of your writing is that it fires one more than one cylinder. Courses Tesla arc's between many dimensional planes at once. Although firmly in your grip, you display them untamed and hungry wild. I keep forgetting to use the asbestos mouse when reading your work. btw, sooner or later, it always comes home, one way or another.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Powerful, powerful, powerful.

[Ed Hart]

you have to know the territory to express it so

[Amy Bumpas]

Yes, addiction at its best, and you describe it so well...fatal and never coming
back to what we once were...

[Hayley]

Wow, this is soooo powerful. I particularly liked
"I need a taste of your lips,
a sniff of your neck
and a sip of your nectarous
passion
to get me by."
This is just so passionate in its subject it's hard to catch the breath I've been holding...This is phenomenal work

[SkinlessFrank]

the truth hurts, but somehow you've found a way to twist the broken coke bottle deeper into my liver

[Lily Mae]

Oh God...we could start our own self help group.. I'm so addicted and quite the junkie myself.. Tues nights work for you?? ;) xo