Writing Drugs

Whiskey writing, twist of
sloppy anger.  Beer writing,
young as giggling at farts.
Weed writing, profound phrases
wrapped around themselves as big as a burrito.
Acid writing, a whine of bees
looking for atrophied
flowers.  Coke writing, swift angles.
Smack writing, looped and slow.
Wine writing, delayed and delayed.

Name a writing drug, I’ve tried it.
Supplemental addictions
to the main habit.

I have kicked them all
but for the first, the love of my life,
the cigarette writing, airy typewriter ribbon
soft twirl —
that, and the Big Horse
of naked writing,
no substance at all to back it,

no way to hide from it.
No excuses.
Just the vein open, full flow,
nodding into its rush.