Showing posts with label David Wilcox. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 11, 2016

My old addiction




My old addiction
changed the wiring in my brain
so that when it turns the switches
then I am not the same

So like the flowers toward the Sun
I will follow
stretch myself out thin
there's a part of me that's already buried
sends me out into this wind

My old addiction
is a flood upon the land
this tiny lifeboat
can keep me dry
my weight is all
that it can stand

So when I try to lean just a little
just a splash to cool my feet
oh that trickle
turns out fickle
fills my boat up
five miles deep

My old addiction
makes me crave only what is best
like these just this morning song birds
craving upward from the nest

These tiny birds outside my window
take my hand to be their mom
these open mouths
would trust and swallow
anything that comes along

Like my old addiction
now the other side of day
the springtime
of my lifestyle
turns the other way

If a swan can have a song
I think I know that tune
the page is only scrawl
and I am gone this afternoon
the page is only scrawl
and I am gone this afternoon