Drug of Choice: Whatever I Can Get at the Moment

I can stop anytime I want. I cut back, see. I only drink coffee maybe, once or twice a week. I can stop right now. I have lots of lots to choose from. Material things, caffeine, schemes. I choose what I need from the sky that gets me high when blue. The clouds look like mashed potatoes and it makes me want to eat more of the world. What lies behind them, above them? I can stop at anytime. I am my own drug when I remember that I can be. I too, I too can quit myself at anytime. I choose whatever I can get at the moment. This is my life-verse. I need it, have to have it, the thing I choose at the moment. I am high off the possibilities of me and the ones stolen from across the Atlantic. I find my drug in song, sights, seasons. I am high like the kite I dream of flying. The high I seek is on a cliff. I gather strength, in order to take my dreams of drugs back. I take it from the hate organization trying to oversee me. I am only a slave to my drug of choice. Cocaine misses me because it’s been so long. I dose in the daytime. Afterwards, I speak rhymes ten or more times. I love drugs and drugs love me back. I wait for the Earth to provide my high at the moment I need it.

Written by Michael Allen for Escape Indie. 2020

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