Interiors I

teasing addiction with potentials

whose practicality is nil

rewards neither synapse nor flesh,

prolonging pain mistaken for love.

wrestle until exhausted -

deny until inept -

peel back one veneer for another - 

and laugh in the face of offered aid.

by such means are kings of infinite space

created - bound to hallucinatory expansion.

cold turkeys synonymous with losers, 

damage-control a guise of poor design;

the only way out

is through,

the sole means of change

is increase,

the borders of anonymity 

are false,

and the prospect of redemption is a sales pitch

crafted to inculcate outliers disinterested in norms,

to be modeled after modalities tamed by time.

excess as beacon of enlightenment 

guides the chosen beyond complacency,

toward shores riddled with answers

to inquiries whose forms are impulse and desire.