Am I an Addict? -July 3, 2020

I use the moon’s help

and a friend’s slip-of-the-tongue

to prick the bluest vein

and let my ears pick pocket

two precious nouns between a vowel

coming from a stranger’s gray breath?

you know how a great high

leaves no mark or residue

no trace of shakes or sweats

I hang here strung out on stanzaic bliss

minutes from the last word fix

waiting for another mouth to drop a line

what about these two

friends of yours?

someone make them stiff drinks

limes are better than lemons

everyone knows they bring

more blood to the lips

for sloppy blunders

of brilliance