I was
addicted to thinking
and at first
–it was manageable
a wee think
to get through
the wee hours
found me
fresh and untested
the morning after
but it blossomed
in the manner of gin
rum-i-nations
staining knows
cheek
–and timidity—
all
and before I knew it
–and dissected the knowing—
I was
way over
FDA
RDA
–up all nights, thinking, too
–channeling verse
as sincere as stumpin’ politicians
rhetoric
chewing mints
those hard mornings after
disguising
breath foul
w self-talk unspoken
–litany & lists
berate & beseech–
that marched like elephants
through my
thunk-drunk mind
–cirrhosis of the brain
half a dozen steps away.
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