A Mistress

Swollen glands and cigarettes

The all to familiar

Junky itch

I rub the scars above my war torn veins

Remembering the battles

With that most beautiful, mistress

Who no matter how many times I push her away

Always, she welcomes me back

With open arms

And the promise that this time, will be different

How I long

To believe it

Maybe this time

No jail

Or,

Sickness

No, not if I only visit

Once in awhile

But man this chick is good

Just one more night she says

It can't hurt to stay, just,

one more

day,

Into a week

And I've got it all

Under control

How sweet it is

And everything is a song

Poetry in motion

Because it all

Really is

Just, too much