My Drug of Choice

I have a dark cabinet
A compendium of sounds
Doodles of a scribbled life
From which I fetch cartoons

Moments caught in sepia
That one day, I thought to keep
To paint with careful colours
The memories of sleep

They dance more fine and daring
Than any life I’ve lead.
Young women of great beauty
Smuggle joy into my bed

Now I spill these doubtful beans
A page of golden horses
A fairground of sweet delights
Rounding in their courses

But all the joy I ever wrote
Comes back here in the end
To a simple stylus scratching
A ballad of simple men

And here I find a different joy
More wholesome than the summer boys
Who dashed to catch the sun in flight
Or spoke the hollow deeps of night

I have the way my writing arm
Draws arcs across my desk
The palpitations of a heart
Shunning still this age of rest

A pencil’s parody of dance
A carbon shuffled draw
Scraping yet another page
With a wrenching engine roar

To hear the rattle tappets sing
And know the gathering voice
My all and only chatterings
These are my drug of choice

My Drug of Choice

Chris1249

Joined May 2010

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