10.02.2013

addict (blank verse poem)




hint: read it out loud


it can be sweet to be denied in need
perhaps a man might ask through teeth and grin
in poison light to bleed
                         he begs for junk
beneath a stench of sickness killed too late

he kindly pinches beetles out of hairs to make
a place for venom lightning sliding wild
and mean through veins 
                       he dreams distorted nights
in pain with vivid eyes that ride the fire—

he cannot find heroine’s lull
nor can he feel that angel’s pull
instead she stabs him screaming no

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