Addiction Is
Easy like Sunday morning
Flicked ash
Brackish,
Cascades
Dead On the window sill
A lone cinder's consortium
Faery fire,
Cuddled and twined
In Murky black,
Curls on pallid flesh
Pain
The message
Entreats and flickers
A dalliance,
Within Death-bound eyes
Then is exhumed,
Neath a cascade of nicotine
Blue smoke struggles
Inexorable
Melding
With a solitary raindrop
That writhes and slithers
Sinuous
Down a spine of silver
A thrust violates
To dispense a nectar
Of 1% cocaine
And 99% whatever
Rough love-making
To punctured orifice
And the skin breathes it in
A gust orchestrates a cacophony
Stirring a flock of orange pokers
That flits and elicits
Nothing
But a sedated rumble,
Of a sated dreamer in daytime