Attempting to try

Craving addiction

Anyone to please

Ease the aches of nagging day

Straight ahead my stare

No glance left

No glance right

A secret smile scratching

Blood

Filled

Hunger

Games

Gone on till bad

Rocking nights to sleep

Possible, aware,

Cycling one pedalled

In phone call rush city

Tricks of the tongue

Inherent confusion

Wondering twitch

Inside

Outside

Angel dust my wings

In a cotton candy brain

"You give me fever,

Fever in the morning sun

Fever every time you kiss me

Fever till the fever's done"

You give me ...

I give you

Proost !

Reviews

[Eilis]

The pull of something outside the self. The ways it shapes the body and mind and gives us the illusion that we are masters of our own fate when we embrace the destruction.

This is a very dynamic poem. It offers the sense of a swath of time being consumed by a single mind state. And in that snowglobe mind, the world outside becomes secondary to the belly of the beast that inhabit the space.

You make the state feel both seductive and destructive. Like those movies where everyone is having a great time getting high like drugs are the nourishment and then someone turns up dead. The snow globe can’t continue to be the space of ideals if it is crowded with the stench of death.

I really appreciate the duality you show. There’s the unapologetic holding out of the draw, but also the acknowledgment of where the draw leads. Being temporarily consumed can be alluring, but at a certain point we have to face the ghost of who we’ve become. Can be a shocking thing to stare down the wild-eyes of it.

I thought this was really excellent writing. The grit of a life lived to a fullness that will eventually be the ruinous fever if it’s not reigned in. Love the recognition followed by the back-turn of the end. Shows these things are never simple.

[Shazbatt969]

thanks Eilis, aye the draw of addiction is a powerful thing, it draws you in and there is no hand book to guide you out, seductive and destructive and smeared in the stench of creativity and death, lol,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah Dutch courage is a fine thing when the mind is weakened and the soul seeking relief. I see shape poetry here as you drive home the brutality and futility of alcohol adiction in a flowing freeverse filled with code.

[Shazbatt969]

Thanks for reading and enjoying, John, it was actually Dutch Cocaine that was the problem, good coke = bad women and messy nights, lol,