Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Trap Door





I have a demon for sale

but it will cost you
more than
you are probably
willing to pay.

It has already
bled me drier than a
dead president’s kiss,

and still I owe.

I go
to great lengths
to starve it,

try to keep it at bay—

this drunk dial
sober reality
I try wishing away—

close the trap door,
cut it off
at its legs,

squeeze-close
the cracks
in my armor, again,
from the fray.

Because
when you love
something broken

you break

and you break
and you break.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner



For dVerse Poetics Grace offers us the work of conceptual photographer Brooke Shaden.


Note:  I took some artistic license with the word "trapdoor."  I separated it for dramatic emphasis, in case anyone was hung up on the spelling, ha.  But dictionary.com says it can be "trap door" too, so maybe it's okay anyway.  Thanks for reading!

Monday, May 5, 2014

freebase

Chair with the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali

from broken life
to broken life
the deadlight
arises
vulturous

lit candles warming
the addicts’ spoons,
lift plumes
like blackbirds’ wings,
ominous,

cancerous
moments that free them
to carrion,
eyes nightblind
to hope threaded
in a spindle spoke sky



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 159

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Sexploitica


I cue moonlight,
light tealights,

trail petals
to my heart,

but you,
pornblind and hooked,

don’t even know
where to start.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Pornography addiction, especially via the internet, is a relationship killer.  If you or someone you know is struggling, there is help.  Lots of resources out there, Celebrate Recovery and Pure Desire among them.


Friday, March 15, 2013

There Go I, Dancing Broken



she said
she was drying out

and needed to get clean

i just held her hand
as she wept

holding her hair back
while she threw up

nearly 20 years

of the most hideous
and sobering regrets

and, like natural childbirth,
there is not much you can do

but be there

while she learns how
to nurture a new life beyond it

and remind her

even if you’re walking broken
you can learn how to dance again



Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

For Laurie's prompt at Poetry Jam:  Poetry of Dance.  And for Poets United:  The Poetry Pantry.