The Addicts (standard:poetry, 192 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Apr 10 2007	Views/Reads: 3196/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Addiction

He tied his tie 

in front of  morning's mirror, 

where the moving sun lit 

the four corners of his being 

above the window sill. 

. 

His wife rubbed off the cake 

and brought forth a butterfly 

that flittered about this purse or that. 

What would someone think 

to see her in that, 

last year's summer dress? 

. 

There was in both 

antsy anticipation. 

For it was Sunday --- 

and there was church. 

. 

There will be gospel singing, 

staunch shows of good will and fellowship, 

followed by fervent prayers 

spurred by some vacant need 

to bring on glorious highs and thrills. 

. 

There will be the crafted sermon, 

the munch of cracker flesh 

followed by the drinking 

of Christ's chilled sweetened blood, 

and then, always in awkward silence, 

the clearing of some one's throat 

as the collection plate begins to float. 

. 

But O' the crash that comes 

when Sunday's gone. 

How to fix those two empty days 

Until Wednesday? 

Then -- even as going down the steps 

out to the parking lot, 

subtle, nerves on edge -- 

creeps in that gnawing feeling, 

that need . .. to score . .. again. 


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