Dogs 2010

DESIGNATED DREAMER
(10/7/10)


two and a half
decades
in bars
clubs
parties
and dens
of inequity
of every
variety
has that
thought process
locked and loaded
in my brain
for life

while I
stopped drinking
at 40
dreams
of imbibing
still continued

early on
those nighttime fantasies
would even end
in the back
of police
cars

so true
to my insane
past life

I would
awake
with guilt
depression
and remorse
only to realize
with the daylight
that my sobriety
and freedom
were still
intact

BIG
sigh

as
the years
progressed
the inebriated
nighttime visions
have become
less frequent
and somewhere
along the line
I stopped
drinking
in them
as well

oh
Morpheus
and I
still haunt
the old venues
from time to time
by my hands
are unencumbered
with the glasses
bottles
and cans
of alcoholic
conveyance

I am now
simply
a sober
observer
of all that
dreamed
decadence

after all
somebody
needs to get
the poor bastard
safely back
to the unconscious
cave
in which
he dwells
during
the day

dreaming
sober
is the only
way
to go

~

always
remember
to sleep
responsibly