Seventeen gatherings into my
Tennessee journey of
discovery & loss,
we've said goodbye to so many &
hello to so many more.
The ancestors sing
the brain stretching
spirit retching
queen kvetching
holiday season of
debauchery divine
lechery sublime
sodomy's glory
charting another story.
My game to get sober
from alcohol
gets challenged to the core.
Surrounded by drunken magic,
they're drinking tequila, bourbon, or cabernet
straight from the bottle.
Shameless Jim Morrison excess
exists with the axiom of Baudelaire
on the axis of Rimbaud
& taxes the soul.
I need a new drug,
a miracle drug,
an herbal remedy,
a permanent rehab
that begins in the soul.
Stone cold stupid
from blackout drunks &
parties I missed because
I was passed out plastered.
Another sacred new year &
another sacred dance--
we released some shit
into a shitty brown hole.
The compost of compost
brings the spring bloom.
I enter a different room.
(With posts taken from my journals, I will include the day into sobriety & the date written.)
(Day two, 5/3/09)
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