I’m getting this tingle that feels like the emergence of a new habit.
A single manned vessel out on neurological seas, off on a drift.
On a voyage of adventure and discovery of the frontiers of desire.
Not In a rush… but in graceful anticipation of what awaits on anchor.
The start of the true journey to the home of my psychic cravings.
A gateway out of premonitions into physical over indulging –
These the visions and ramblings of a fiend, hooked on a new substance.
Meditating on his last fix and of the next being a much larger dose.
The thoughts, the smell, the sight… What’s left Is the taste.
I imagine a psychedelic experience with effects that sends you off into a daze.
Leaving It’s mark, a subconscious time stamp of a great high.
With a re-collective trigger that sparks a smile.
Simply put- an addiction, one that has broken It’s leash.
And Is developing an appetite It’ll soon have to feed.
Yes I should try to retame it, maybe beckon It to stay.
But It’s no longer In my control, I’m Just walking It’s trail.
Neither do I care to, It seems to be heading somewhere interesting.
At the least, It will inspire a story that’s worth writing.