Addiction

Grimly I cup the gin, tonic

inhand – I sweat

beadingdown my chest,

Isweat, pearls cultured

around an uncultured neck

holdingcards, dimly gambling

drunkon poison unholy.

Salinesweat giving up my

pokerface as I lose

the pearls around my neck

adrenalinetaking me higher

thanthe alcohol I sip.