Dogs 2007

SEVEN YEARS SOBER
(3/26/07)


seven years since
that last
first
cold drink
of the day

seven years since
that last
threatening glance
to something stupid said
much too loudly

seven years since
that last
round for the house
assholes momentarily grateful
for a presence
soon forgotten

seven years since
that last
fatalistic recognition
of another voyage
already launched
on the SS Drunkenfuk

seven years since
that last
dancer's tits
in my face
and her hands
in my pockets

seven years since
that last
guarantee
that I was good
to drive home

seven years since
that last
flash of blinking lights
in my rear view

that last
failed field sobriety test

that last
cuff and frisk

that last
ride to the precinct house

that last
breathalyzer

that last
ride to city jail

that last
shitty cell

that last
orange jumpsuit

hungover court appearance

bail bondsman

long walk home
in a sun
much too hot
and bright

vehicle absence

impound yard

damage discovery

long ride home
sucking too few fumes
no money for gas
wishing that
a blood vessel
would just bust
in my brain
and finally
finish it

seven years since
that last
feeling of culpability
for a world
turned sideways
through a doorway
of destiny lost

raped
like an altar boy
in a graveyard
of final
sin

buried much
too near
his innocence