The Surge

If everybody has it

Is it still a disease?

Or just human nature?

Is this another sharp prod of the road?

Unexpected shot of uncut intention.

Is the mind playing

The same old dirty tricks again?

Blocked receptors, misfiring signals.

Chemical tricks, shadow psychiatry.

All I know is up alone waiting.

Lonely dog, fool dog

Attracted to heady scents of pain

Reflected from the bright mirror

Of robin egg eyes.

Cravings claw the flesh,

Bite bright holes in that useless soul.

More powerful,

More desperate

Than tortured awful withdrawal.

Confusion craving confusion,

Calling clarity out of mad abstract piece of shit

Called modern life.

–Jack Blare