I NEED A FIX!  for that poetic urge that burns deep down in my soul like a junkie searching for that ultimate blow; gripping my pen as the ink spills across this page and rage runs throughout my veins satisfying the crave of this monkey on my back… like the worlds on my shoulders weighing my down.

Poetry’s my addiction, a habit hard to kick like graffiti artist in ’86, Ramos can grift…

I NEED A FIX! a hit of that spoken word…

*this piece is kinda unfinished.

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