Must Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Must

Tonight I, if return
Will have to set aside
Calumet, opium pipe…

Shall never read or write
Any Goddamn poem
Poems are addiction!

Wish knew why poems
Get to me, travel
From nose to the lung!

Why?
Are they mountain air?
Are magic of seabed?
Or sheer ocean waves?

I must end the sentence
Crime is addiction!

Dizzy and vertigo
Psychedelic, out of mind
I am lost, hangover and drunk

Did I take Marijuana?
Was a joint or too much?
Why poems are concise?

Why poets are artists?
Why fill me with hashish?
Why do they offer this heroin?

Must stop addiction;
No more of reading or
Writing of the poems!

Wise poet borrows words
Then dilutes and mixes
With figures or the shapes
Then draws out of bag
A card, like magician.