ADD 575

My friend Steve just published a post on his blog featuring poetry he'd written.  It was pretty good stuff too; you can see it here.  He got me to thinking that I hadn't posted any of my own poetry, but then I followed that thought process to its logical conclusion: my poetry was pretty sad.  So I decided to try something different: I decided to combine my appreciation for haiku and my ADD pathology and write six haikus, off-the-cuff.  So here they are, still a steamy 98.6 degrees, fresh out of my brain.  Hopefully, you won't think they came from somewhere else.  I call them "ADD 575."  I hope you enjoy them.  Pardon the font; I thought it contributed nicely to give the reader the jumbled feeling we ADD-ers often have.

What is A.D.D.?

Like listening to ten songs

All at the same time.

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They say I have a

deficit of attention;

They should say surfeit.

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I read paragraphs.

And then I read them again.

Life with A.D.D.

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Unrequited love

Never had anything on

an underfed mind.

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Self-medicated,

my substances of choice were

flesh and emotion.

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I used to wonder

if I could have been something.

I now know… I am.