Drug

Intoxicating

Are the tendrils
Of colours
That are slowly creeping
Into My Mind

Are the sights
That are making
Me shriek with laughter

Are the thoughts
That are making me sigh
With pleasure

No, it’s not madness
My darling, you are wrong.
It’s a drug.
Compelling, and
Almost consuming.

Imagination.

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2 thoughts on “Drug”

  1. Excellent. I have an excellent poem on the subject which was sung by the author herself years ago (1982?) in Los Angeles when we lived there. I will search and pass on. Thanks. Maiya

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