I quit alcohol
ten months ago
after nineteen years
of varying levels of drunkenness
I still feel slightly inebriated
One of these days
when I wake up
entirely sober
I will look around these walls
with bright eyes
and a clear head
and I will ask myself this simple question
What the fuckin` hell have I been doing
for the last nineteen years and ten months?...
WRITING POETRY!!!..HOLY SHIT!!!
Next i`ll read my poetry
then i`ll read everybody elses poetry
Finally I will walk by myself
to the top of this road
where the Atlantic cliffs
will blow Irish water
through my Pacific eyes
and i`ll go to Jamesies store
to buy a bottle of Irish Malt.....
I mean Irish milk....
Then i`ll go home
for a wee cup of tea
and a slice of wheaten bread
with a big dollop of butter
from a huge Donegal cow
and a hard boiled egg
from one of Maisey Browns chickens
and i`ll be happy drinking tea
as it`s ok now, being me
Comments
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I like the title right away. Presume it means if you backslide, you can always start over. Each moment is temporary. I like this poem. Many can relate to it. I'm not much of a drinker so I have never had a problem with alcohol. My grandmother was an alcoholic and I know it's hard to quit. Good subject choice. As always, good write, Rhet!
Later,
Birdie
language: 4, rhythm: 3, subject: 5, tone: 3, form: 3.
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