Just one line, that's all I need
to stop my demons screaming
Instant brain rush gives me ease
sets my hot thoughts streaming
Don't try, I've heard since younger years
just once can hook you in
It's never been an issue for me
results seemed awful thin
After years of disregard, I
took a single taste
I saw her lines with one word wrong
she let it be replaced
She said "Oh god. That's so, so good
you have to do one now"
"Good grief, NO WAY!!!" I raved, then caved
"I really don't know how"
Four lines, four times, I was enmeshed
in the word smith's weave
So far I haven't felt the need
to stop, for I believe
Caving in to Poem Abuse
is not so bad a crime
Still I obsess, I read and write
it's taking up more time
I find I'm jonesing hard for Poe
and Maya Angelou
For Pixy, Blu, Selena too
and writers, to me, new
It's come to pushing on my friends
around the world and more
Forty eight's the longest time before
I really have to score
I hate the shakes withdrawal brings
I keep my fixins near
Sharpened pencils, paper reams
help keep my channels clear
Not ready for a twelve step yet
I don't need intervention
You know it's legal, what I do
I just thought I'd mention
Richard Higley © July 2011
