People say
they don’t understand
how drunks keep drinking
how addicts keep shooting
how smokers keep smoking
how (your favorite group of degenerate wastrels here)
keep doing (something you don’t give a crap about, here)

I say:
heroin
poker
Thursday nite Comedy Lineup
YouTube–

Same difference

It’s all just a buffer
between you and your feelings
between you and your work
between you and what’s really going on

Anything done too much
too many times in a row
takes on a life of its own
takes you on a trip
away from the Truth

You see
I’ve never shot up
but I’ve
watched a full season of Dragnet
smoked an entire pack of Marlboro reds
drunk an entire bottle of wine
in one sitting

Same fucking thing, my friend…
same fucking thing

Comfort comes in many shapes
and sizes
and delivery systems

True access
takes work
and questioning
and prodigious quantities
of terrifying solitude
of deafening silence

And too much of anything
is no good at all—
including surfing,
including fucking,
including poetry,
including goodness

Especially goodness…

xxx
c

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TOPICS: Poetry Thursday.

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