Addiction

I remember that silly look

The sound bangs mindless

As if it wasn’t after all

An empty room.


Every bottle speaks

Of unseen hunger

A thirst for something unspeakable

Unimaginable.


I replied

With a short straight glance

You rush to your ipod

Like a lil boy,

suddenly looking for his toy


Merely I could give a laugh

Hesitant.

This moistened glass window

has its own scene anyway.


Smoke’s eminent from cigars

Some getting jiggy

while shooting for the billiards

Yet at the corner I could see

Lovers in passionate cling

Isn’t it a grand movie for free?

Or am I just addicted

To what I wasn’t supposed to be?