Dehabilitator

Is this what you wanted
Or not quite the thing you banked on?
     --Emptied, wasted, took for granted
Yoru devotion's just like drug addiction:
A slice of Hell you've come to count on,
But it's object is what's killing you.

Four and twenty blackbirds on the lawn
The taste of pastries on your tongue
Drink in midmorning summer sun
Try to lower the contrast

Somehow, in spite, you always know
Midmorning always comes and goes
Gives way to weeping evenings
     --Spent solitary 'til they return--
Another awful day?

It's only what you make of it;
No worse than you let it be,
Your train won't run off the tracks
     if you never let it start

Your devotion's just like drug addiction:
A slice of Hell you've come to count on
     It's high time you got clean.

(September 29, 2010)