Addicted

Need another hit of my poetic fix Eyes red bleeding from reading I am a little better or worse Than a drug addicted person Could be me but I like pipe dreams Poetry streaming Kisses are from the ceiling fan Blowing on typing hands Could this be my red romance Fact or fiction driven by diction In my mind I am on an tropical island Smiling wild and fuschia free in blue breeze Could this be unhealthy this retreat From the ruby reality Of taxes life lows and highs Meditation is going pretty good Except for the music in my head I hear it always despite no radio Or streaming not on the pc Then it comes to me Another poem or song or story Giving me purpose and esteem Am I pompous for needing The black bird of a word To set my caramel spirit free I say that I am addicted More like afflicted by creating And if you are my tribe That is a positive thing