Junkie Poet

The ink that flows
through
me
is like
the feeling
a junkie
gets after
wrapping
a tourniquet
around
his arm
to find
a vein

There is a little
pin prick
and 
you
may feel
a little
sick

but
then Ahhhhh
the
RUSH

Your body
your spirit
goes from
0 to 60
while you
stare into
a new dimensional
state

I am a junkie poet
my smack
is the words
that I paint
on canvass

My dealer
is the audience
who feeds
my addiction
especially
when it
is an ah ha
moment
and I discover
the reader
really gets
it

My Creativity
makes
me come
back for
more
discovering
a new
muse
in every
turn

Feed my addiction
feel what I feel
come with me
a long this
magical mystery
tour
The pen
is the vessel
and the  driver
"Comfortably Numb"
awaits.....................................