Zero In One
he just meant to go for a pit stop of water
fell off the wagon and drowned once again
on the road to futile self-imposed slaughter
conflict full blown addiction and endless pain
once a man of status respect and composure
he puked and landed in a puddle of his spew
as he swerved home after too much exposure
of liquor which was the only solution he knew
his place was a broken bottle of cheap booze
sheltering fragile guilt fear anger and blame
with not much to gain but nothing left to lose
but a last dregg from illusion numbing his shame
he passed cardboard shelters and toothless tramps
thought them lucky in the shadow of lost time
faced vomit once more and shook a few hands
drew comfort from companions covered in grime
they have reached Atlantis and Nirvana he grinned
under wretched breath undeterred by his own smell
he gave them a few coins although he was skinned
may the good fortune speed up their passage to hell
not long now and I will join them at my destination
free of my own hypocrisy and reach final rewards
of intemperate uselessness and ultimate salvation
reach out to oblivion both wished for and abhorred
as the cold will reach my innermost inebriated core
once my soul becomes the spirit of true liberation
pickled in drunken demise wasted by a last score
my heart will stop beating and I’m past temptation
23rd December 2020
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