I’m an addict,

cravings cursed,

nomadically chasing after verse.

Static makes the cravings worse.

Attic search,

unproduced cobwebs,

padlocked beachhead,

permission to approach the bench,

jail time instead.

Search party, collaborate,

running without hesitate,

go for broke,

before the gape,

No addict wants to wait.

I’m an addict.