the fix

the addicts
in the alley. needled
and deboned
of ambition but that
of next
fix, the next high,
they are shadows,
ghouls
bitten by the vampire
of ecstasy.
at time I join them
and lean
against the cold wet
wall
of memory.
how quickly we succumb
to what
makes us feel good.
whether the ding of the phone,
the kiss,
the drink,
the drug. we chase forever
that high
of love,
that pinnacle of pleasure
that the world
offers falsely.
in time
the champagne goes stale,
goes flat,
the bubbles subside.