Music My Drug

Music is my drug.
I am lost in its addiction,
a junkie seeking a daily fix.

My drug paraphernalia my ipod,
I search through the music
finding the tune to give me
my next high.

My portable drug dealer in my ear
I dance to whatever is my drug of choice,
Blues, Rock, Latin, Reggae.

Guitar chords pump through my soul
as I give myself to the rhythm,
my body lost in movement.

Rehab for me is not an option.
I am caught in music’s clutches
with no desire to escape.


©Susie Clevenger 2010

Comments

Anonymous said…
Music is my drug as well and I am gloriously addicted!
June 27, 2011 at 12:20 PM
Situatist at said…
music's a universal language. if it's a drug, then we are all high on it. Good thing to be 'on' with.

:-)
June 27, 2011 at 4:42 PM
Abin Chakraborty said…
I guess nothing makes as great an emotional impact, with such immediacy as music.so keep listening, keep soaring.
March 5, 2012 at 3:59 AM
Fireblossom said…
You and me both, Susie. I keep my disc changer right next to my computer chair!
March 5, 2012 at 6:33 AM
Mary B. Mansfield said…
From one music junkie to another, this is sooo true! Especially love the line "My portable drug dealer in my ear"
March 5, 2012 at 7:27 AM
Mary said…
Well expressed! There was a time when I could have said the same. There are definitely worse 'addictions.'
March 5, 2012 at 7:33 AM
Brother Ollie said…
yep - been craving my guitar as I sit at my desk this early morning

great poem - I dig it!
March 5, 2012 at 7:42 AM
Marian said…
yep, i can dig it! signed, Addicted.
March 5, 2012 at 8:34 AM
Mark Windham said…
the drug of the i-pod, rehab not an option. Love it.
March 5, 2012 at 9:01 AM
De Jackson said…
This is such a fun metaphor!
March 5, 2012 at 9:56 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh yes, music! I remember when I was younger, riding my bike with a Walkman in my ear and dancing on the bike seat to Elton John! Fun days.
March 5, 2012 at 10:20 AM
Mary Ann Potter said…
A perfectly complete metaphor! So well composed, Susie. I love almost all music. This is why I have satellite radio in my car --- all those choices.
March 5, 2012 at 10:54 AM
Kay L. Davies said…
Music is a wonderful drug, Susie. I agree.
A little note about your poem, check the first line of the last stanza: "Rehab for me is" rather than "in". The old proofreader notices.
K
March 5, 2012 at 11:59 AM
Teresa said…
What a great comparison. It seems some people can become addicted to about anything. Music is a pretty good addiction to have.
March 5, 2012 at 12:21 PM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I love to think of you, earphones tightly in place and jamming in the kitchen!
March 5, 2012 at 1:39 PM
Herotomost said…
Pssssttttt....I have some good s*&% real cheap.....lol! I love the music as well, maybe too much, just can't quit. Took my son to a Queen tribute band the other night and the guy that played Freddy Mercury was pretty damn good. Great poem.
March 5, 2012 at 2:30 PM
Scarlet said…
Very nice...I like music too but thankfully I am so addicted.

No need to go to rehab for this ~
March 5, 2012 at 4:39 PM
Mystic_Mom said…
Susie - I love my music! It is such a big part of my life, that on going soundtrack. Wonderful write! Totally with you on it...and please never rehab me!
March 6, 2012 at 7:54 AM
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