An Evening's Bloodletting 9/6/86

P1-
the words flow
as the snow drifts disappear,
my addiction is fueled by the solitude
and the musical selection,
i sure know how to set a scene,
especially for myself
and i know how to please the muse,
give her enough ink to hang herself with
if she dares...

P2-
another dose is required
the usage tuned to perfection
my duties elsewhere are ignored,
they will have to fend for themselves
my needs are too vast
to abandon so close to the point of no return,
i remain shut away
up in the cell-loft alone,
dreaming of company,
an evening's companion,
maybe a lover,
or just a friend to share the time,
a dialoge rather than the normal
monovoiced tirade,
tonight is no different than any other
and once again by my own choice....

tbc.....