the mania
has settled
a cloak of
electrified
insanity in
frantic thoughts
as a fool barely
holds tight to
the wheel

the words scream
and i try to
funnel them down
toward new stories
while newer tales
yell to be told
seven open documents
overflowing with
scenic vistas of
personal hells

a junkie
and she is my fix
a slow burn as i
inhale her fragrance
and lose myself
along this tempest
of pure mad need