Addict

I need an obsession to break the obsession

I need a drug alternative

This one is killing my grey more than any street crack

The loops are wearisome

Flash/Chink/Beep/Bell...

Notification after notification that another layer of me has died in obituary

HERE LIES ANOTHER HOUR OF THIS MAN'S LIFE. DIED WITHOUT CAUSE

Wasted pumps of a heart

Wasted taps of the thumbs

Wasted hales of breath

Futility dribbles its drivel

Pours my essence out

Like a libation to Moloch

What am I doing intravenously hooking myself up to a perpetrator

That we would be one

I sip and slurp from this poisoned well

Like a mosquito high on the veins of a diseased ho

I drink from Babylon whose highways are built by the sweat of saints

Blue blood, sacrificial victims

Tabloid after tabloid

Till I swoon and fall down bloated

And am no longer myself

But a clone