addict

she returned to the work

 after months of taking to the bed

 flirting around the edges of a teeny opiate attraction

(is there such a thing?)

dear god

 its another day and everyone i love 

is sick, dead or dying 

please let me just lay here 

 just one more day

 to nod, dream 

trying to forget

the faces of all  i have watched die too soon

and tragically

yours truly, your lapsed sinner..

 don’t think of me as a burroughs junky
 needle poking out of my arm
i pass out giving blood
made an uneasy peace with
all of my drug demons many moons ago..
such luck considering that in my early years
i sampled each and every drug
this planet had to offer
 always managing to wake up
 early-on
okey dokey
that was fun
 i’m done now
no lingering monkeys
pole-vaulting off my back
no troubles requiring recovery or any of that
except for words
hi, my name is _____ and i’m a
word addict…
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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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