Poetry is a Drug


Poetry is a Drug
This poem

Is not a Nicotine patch

Upon my other poems
I wear it upon my arm

Like a corporal’s stripes

To help me to make it through;

It shares with me

As I share with you

And gives to me what I need

As I give to you my words.

I bleed over the writing

Inciting apathy as often as ire

Trying to make my word travel higher

And hire extra resources

To help make this so.

Like coffee.

I do.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s