Add Addiction

If i were an unfamiliar God
and worship was key,
sacrifices would appear in sweats,
stinking rooms, red eyes, foamy pee,
and what i can’t take down, i’ll throw up.
How you survive depends
on how i survive when you depend on me.

There’s a kind of taste that you honour
In street corners, clubs, bars, and clinics –
wrist red, bottle black, needle pinch,
Somehow we’ve found beauty in your horror.
We speed still, vie to clinch
And when we die, as prescribed by the cynics
we would find that some would have survived you.

Leonell