Poetry – this madness
This feeling-thought
that looks like thought
that holds my brain
captive
and makes me forget.

This Heroin
I must inject
Into my veins
to feel alive.
I must run-write,
I cannot stop.
I cannot stop.

Fred Babbin

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Chitra Lele (8/23/2008 11:32:00 AM)
a nice write! universal appeal

Sathyanarayana M V S (8/4/2008 10:53:00 AM)
It isnot heroin. It is nectar. Poets live long.
sathya narayana

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