Addiction Comes In Many Shapes, And Some Of Those Shapes Have Curves

From one woman

To the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

On and on and on and on

It goes

As the little hand on the clock moves around in his cage

It’ll get worse

And worse

Soon

Those women

Will suck me up

And I’ll be inside them

And them

inside of me…

And on and on and on

It’ll go

I’ll watch it grow

before my eyes

Will I see it?

Or,

Will I tell myself lies?

(This one was originally about screens and technology, but, I realized that I am as addicted with women, as I am with tech. I only replaced a few words. The original is called 'Next'.)

-C.H.