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The 12 Steps of a Poetry Addict
by Julie Adams
quick
the ink junkie
needs her fix
gimmie that rubber band
let me stretch reality a little
let me burn
the day away
pencil ablaze; fire
licking fingertips
let me shoot
black ink into blue veins
bruises turning
inside out
let words pour
from
bloodshot eyes
chapped lips
scarred veins
burnt fingertips
into
lines of poetry I can snort
with a Starbuck's stirrer
I compose myself
as best any junkie can
on lunch break,
in the mirror
of a Barnes & Noble bathroom
now, walk out, slowly
slide the poetry paraphernalia
back on the shelf
walk away
until I need another dose
some other day, some other life
05/11/2003 Author's Note: (Disclaimer: THIS POEM IS NOT INTENDED TO ENDORSE ANY ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES----SIMPLY A METAPHOR)
Posted on 05/11/2003
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 05/14/03 at 04:11 AM oh yeah! It's an affliction.
"let me shoot up
black ink into blue veins"
I have tried a few times to get that metaphore right, but I've never nailed it like that. You amaze every time. Love to see the new work, I've been jonesing for so long.
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| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/14/06 at 06:09 PM Jewels, yes, this is the way it is. I can't believe I haven't seen this before. You are so creative! Happy day to you.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/04/06 at 02:33 PM Awesome.... I love your work! |
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