Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音

ADDICTION

Not my drug. Sober as

pleasant badger pacing

– legs amazingly short –

in his cage, all squared

like a tiger. This poison

– how sweet the sound –

not my cup. It drips,

burns like hell, slaughters

– a coward at night –

only peace, not pain.

Except for an eye,

– someone there staring –

it blinks, digs its claws,

infecting the deep itch

– such soothing caress –

once more, I surrender

daily dosage to thee

– bloody hard to quit.

(Image: “A knock at the door”, Robeco.com)