MARY JANE

 

for that's what i am now -- a junk-head

for verse --- soon as a poem has ended

another has started, all my feelings blended

into fiery words of encompassing spread.

 

for that's what i'm now -- i endorphin

while poems roll out, ceaselessly bleeding.

this vice of mine, to my squirting leading,

is like a poison, a venom, a toxin.

 

and yet... i had this vicarious love

curbed before, taken up full control,

instead of it controlling me up to accrue

 

day after day its unstoppable move.

and still i wish the flow to forestall,

for me a junkie end up, but just for You.

 

Don’t look it up in the dictionary... mary jane is slang for 'marijuana' and poems are my grass. bill.