Vertigo - Why I Write

Addicted to

writing,

I shake poetry

out of my sleeves.

Drunk with

celestial parade

of shiny words,

tumbling into

rising sun,

praying to

the muse hiding

behind me

in black voids

of rejection.

Time down drain

of moneyless pit,

coded language

that only writers

understand.

Roaring visions

and echoes

resonating,

seeing the world

from my perspective

without winning

or losing.

Mood changing

poetry therapy

polished trances

as I crave

the high

that only writing

can bring.

I drink of it

deeply in

vertigo

of love.