Lately, people I write poems about (by some weird coincidence) are contacting me–either during the open mic, while I’m performing the poem about them, or the day after the open mic where I performed the poem about them.
I spoke frankly about my addiction at yesterday’s open mic:
You know it as the football video game MADDEN
I know it as the drug addiction MADDEN
I’ve smoked MADDEN non-stop for hours
Forgetting to eat, not even wanting sex
My Ex said, “Either me, or the X-box”
Addiction ruins relationships
I received a disturbing text message today:
I want to go to the local precinct and file a pre-emptive police report before she strikes, but I need to go to the supermarket and redeem two big tote bags of bottles and cans. I also have to prepare for an afternoon poetry performance. So, if anything happens, if I’m harmed in any way, please take your phone to the nearest law enforcement station and show the front desk police officer this blog entry, this coded cry for help.