Am I only addicted or
do I love you so deeply
I am sick without you?

Time will scream it to me eventually,
but I am, as usual, impatient
Will time whisper an answer to you?  
Will you gently wake me from
my slumber to kiss an answer to me?  

Will I plant a poem deep inside of your body?
My poem will find nourishment
inside you wrapped in warm fluid love
until time calls it to come out

Life will be next to your body
a suckling at your breast,
inspiration and patient growth
- Another addict spiral close
to your skin's touch and
your body’s liquid treasure
  
Will I **** my poem out of jealousy,
wishing to take that place at your
breast for inspiration?  
Addicts and Lovers are like that you know.

An old friend left town today
The conveyance was his favorite handgun
After departing he placed the gun next to his body
On the other side of his body was an empty whiskey bottle
The coroners report said, “Cause of Death – Desire to visit other planes of existence”

The local paper said he was a strange genius tangled up in complicated metaphor
The underground papers all said he found a ticket and decided to use it
I figure he decided he had told everyone here about his sad loneliness and
Thought new ears might be needed to bring fruit to his suffering
Even if he didn’t know what the ears would look like

My friend left behind millions of words written over decades in an attempt
To explain his sudden departure
I found it odd that in the opening word of his first poem I saw the answer
That opening word was “She”…
What followed was a lifetime of goodbyes written and published with love