Words, words, words,
express myself I must
onto the page, my feelings spill
hope, honor, faith, and trust

It's a need it's a craving
deep in my soul
I must have my words
though they do take their toll

The tools of the junkie
that service his need
are the paper and the pen
it's on ink that they feed

Available to anyone
at the local drug store
addicts never get enough
they always want more

Twiddling alone
then the rhyme's in my head
nothing can clear it
can't go to bed

so I pull out my needle
and then find my vein
put pen to paper
an all nighter again

as I start to begin
almost shaking with glee
my mind warms up
phrases whirl about me

my hand nearly flies
down the college ruled page
as I fee the words
from their invisible cage

riding the wave
that inside me rises
words phrases and zip codes
inspiration supplies it

I work on furiously
into the night
stars mark their course
then comes dawns early light

And as the sun rises
my words come to a close
I collapse in exhaustion
breath heavy in nose

Once again I've done it
the demon's released
hopefully, for a time now
I can rest in peace

But soon, soon, soon
Altogether too soon
Under the brightly lit shine
of a waxy new moon

The demons will wake
and I'll feel the need
I'll pull open the drawer
and I'll do the deed

I'll spend another night writing
not sleeping at all
a night feeding the craving
a night heeding the call

One more night wasted
at the hands of my pen
And a lifetime spent waiting
to do it again.

AcB 7.15.97