Impulses control me,
my pulse is a dancing jugular
threading it's
endless performances
between the fine lines of balance
and a fatal drop,
Fermented things tempt me,
but I abstain with moderation
lest I whine too much.
I once smoked the leavings
of southern field's harvested
long white curls of addiction
filling my organs with toxins,
But now I chew gum
like a coffee grinder,
and drink coffee
strong enough to chew,
Women tantalize me
but they are impulses
I can often
get a handle on,
when they harden me
to their softness,
I run late most days,
dashing around in circles
gulping meals and then
pedal to the metal
to save the time I've lost.
I am a nervous tic who tocks
as I battle the clock
even this entry was on impulse,
when I 've much to do
so I will leave you
with my worst compulsions
compiled.
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