April 10, 2012 - 0500

Our good poetry friends at My Word Wizard have been posting poetry prompts and I see them in my Twitter feed. I think to myself, "I should do some of those. They would be creative ways to get the word flow up." So, I took a look at one or three of them, and here's what the results are.

The Junk Hunger

Marlon was addicted to it

The junk consumed him every time he

Jabbed the needle into his thin arms

Into his collapsing veins

Marlon was addicted to it

The plunger pressed sent him

Over the edge. Further away

The plunger plunged him into the abyss

Marlon was addicted to it

He'd rob you for it

He'd steal things for it

There was nothing he wouldn't do

For it. Marlon was addicted to it

It was his first thought with the sunrise

It was his last though with the moon rise

It was, frankly, his only thought

Marlon was addicted to it

The way it made his hands swell

The way it made his head droop

The way it made him feel...alive

Marlon was addicted to it

There was no turning away from it

It was to late for that

Oh yes, much too late for that

Marlon was addicted to it

He knew that one day

It would kill him. But he was fine with that

As long as It was what killed him