poems written on the fly

defining moments

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 18 October 2007 at 2:30 pm

My addiction
consumes me

eats away
the brain
all day
well into evening

There seems no cure
just more
more
more

Circle with no end
dog chasing it’s tail

and I wonder …
am I the dog
or the tail?

D. James