substitutes

a distracted bundle of ephemeral nerves
i shiver through hours of the moon’s light curve
my mind is on ecstasy, cocaine and speed
with this hunger, this aching, amaranthine need
i count up the seconds, the minutes, the days
one tick at a time; i sing out your praise
the fingertip drips with the prick of the pen
until the first time when i see you again

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