City Poet

City Poet
By: A.D. Winans

Once Addiction sets in
There is no stopping it
You become a serial killer
Attacking the keyboard at will
Your mind working in shifts
Strange creatures live inside your head
Show no mercy give no ground
Forcing your fingers to do their bidding
Writing down your thoughts in your
Loose-leaf notebook
The city is your slaughterhouse
Like a wife it accommodates your moods
Doesn't seem to mind you giving
Her a bad name
You walk her streets a hungry vampire
Lapping up your own blood
On nights when blood transfusions
Are not enough

Photo by David Wright LaGrone

1 comment:

Jack Dorley said...

I think this is a great poem!