Addict

[Delta40]

I know tomorrow never comes
so that is when I'll stop.
Where I will head.
Heads shake, look down
What a shame they say
as they walk away.

Laugh at my tourist philosophy!
Don't we all naively board a train
destined to take us somewhere,
anywhere?

I'm looking for that seat of denial,
Give me number thirteen will you
so I can blame every bad choice
I ever made on superstition alone.

I got less room to breathe now
so my backpack might burst open.
I missed the first step anyway.
Admitting it is I who am powerless.

Here I am everyone with no control!

How can I move up to the next carriage
in this journey I'm on?
All the passengers can smell my
dirty underwear, no matter where I sit.

They hear my meaningless words
and watch my empty promises
roll down the aisle
like a bridal walk looping in rewind
in a cheesy American sitcom.

Going back and forth,
up and down
to the altar of addiction saying,
I will, I will, I will.
The same vow over and over,
again and again,
until tomorrow arrives.

[deryk]

For an addiction poem, I can genuinely feel the *obsessive compulsion*, not so much from the repetitions like "I will". It really stems from the appeal to superstition and the hopelessness you attempt to project towards the masses with the image of the train,
which I thought resonated greatly. It's a very lonely poem.

[Delta40]

A rubber band can last longer
when it is refrigerated
but what about us?
You claim that diamonds
can be made from peanut butter
yet so often the spread of our relationship
weighs more heavily than a whales tongue.
And for every gallon of love
you pump into me,
I gouge and scratch the raw state
of your impassioned desire,
thrusting upwards a mere six inches.
In out,
in out,
till your ardent pleasure peaks.
I moan, groan,
Oh God, yes!
Amidst the spasmodic jerking,
I discharge a gush of aqueous fluids,
combining us as if we were one
onto cheap cotton fitted sheets.
You roll over, gratified and exhausted
while I sink into the oceanic depths
of need, hope, despair
and the backbreaking reality,
of where I might go from here.

[deryk]

You take us from the biology of bliss to the darkness of despondency. The sublime annihilates. Crushing. Well done.

[Delta40]

Thanks for your comments Deryk

[Bar22do]

The weight of love is discouraging, ah. From Addict I take "powerlessness", I think this evening I'm going to feel despondent (and who knows what tomorrow will bring)... which all says your poems are effective... Delta.

[Bar22do]

(And, apropos, it brings me back to my beloved Gustav Mahler who hesitated to put his Song of the Earth (to which I allude in my recent poem) before the public because of its depressing message; he was afraid people would go home from the performance and kill themselves! :leaving:

[Delta40]

(And, apropos, it brings me back to my beloved Gustav Mahler who hesitated to put his Song of the Earth (to which I allude in my recent poem) before the public because of its depressing message; he was afraid people would go home from the performance and kill themselves! :leaving:

Gosh I don't expect Lit-Netters to do that and if they do, it isn't because of my poetry!

[Bar22do]

I hope you understand it was the highest form of complementing you!!!! Plus, as far as I know, no one ever shot himself because of Mahler's Song of the Earth!!! Beauty transcends death.

[Delta40]

Thanks Bar.