Addictions

ADDICTION

From the frenzied chase of joy

to the sublime bleed of addiction.

The chase is on.

The eyes

Chasing beauty.

The ears

Chasing sound.

The skin

Chasing touch.

A sense chasing nonsense.

Pick a card, 

pick your poison?

It’s Russian Roulette and

you’re making bets 

in a burning house.

She calls and calls

to the river she calls.

In your boredom,

from your tedium,

to your delerium...

she calls.

Come this once.

Just one last time.

One more time,

always one more time.

Turns and returns,

addictions feast on amnesia.

The slide of addictions.

Oh, the perilous ride.

You live for the action 

and die for the deal.

The descent is

divine,

beautiful, 

ecstasy.

A fool’s paradise.

You run to the oasis,

but no thirst will be quenched

by a mirage.

For the slide

has sharp edges,

cuts with every turn.

Yes, just bleed me!

Take this boiling blood.

Take all of it.

Let me forgo today

till tomorrow.

Risk turned to reckless.

Under the gun,

you smell the smoke.

It’s like fragrance from a flower.

The tambourine plays

while you fade

into your parade.

Oh, the glorious pain.

Echoes of the first rush.

Seeking the spin,

the one so wild,

you’ll never spin again.

One more card.

One more round.

It’s always one more.

Oh Jokerman,

you’ve played this hand.

It’s a losing one.

All in! 

Cut me. Split me open.

Just take it

Take it

Take it

Take it all

Anything for the slide.

Reckless to wreck.

Felt to felted. 

Ahhh

The moment.

The one moment...

All is right.

I’m not here,

I’m not there.

No more pain,

No more hurt.

Nothing left.

Every wish,

every desire,

every dream 

gone.

A fire doused.

Just ash.

Then quiet.

So quiet.

Bored.

The dark ash begins to rustle

The phoenix begins to rise.

Maybe one more time.

This time will be different.

But it never is,

never was,

never will be...

one more time.

The unquenchable thirst,

a ravenous hunger.

This mirage is the mistress

of seduction.

She’ll deceive and tempt you, 

but you cannot win.

Only the house wins.

Comfort to capitulation.

Risk to reckless.

The slide is waiting,

the ladder has no queue. 

Up the rungs of hope for

one more ride.

Short cuts to heaven

and the devil is calling.

The doors open and the

music plays.

But here,

it takes more than two to tango.

Here we all run bad.

You bring all of us with you.

I bleed when you bleed.

I hurt when you hurt.

I see the demented dance.

It’s been done to death.

If you must slide.

If you must bleed.

If you must one more time.

Walk to it.

Don’t run.

Notice.

To quit hell,

You must know you’re burning.

This is not easy.

Feel it.

Let it burn.

You will not stop tomorrow

for tomorrow never comes.

You can only stop now.

Not later. Only now!

Just now.

Just now.

Just now.

Stop before you start.

It’s the dark side of the moon,

light some candles.

Close the backdoors.

From shadows to silhouettes,

you are not alone.

I am right here.

Reckless to risk.

But candles dim.

Rattles rattle.

Slides call.

Then it is just you...

Just you

In the dark.

Just you

In the silence.

Just you

And just you.

The devil will call

What shall you choose?

For the desert moon is bright.

She sees all.

But the devil is bored.

The dealer is dealing.

Ok.

Maybe... 

one more time.

See you at the river.

It’s Your World, pg. 51-56