when I was a drunkard, I were not gooo to myself,'eh,ducks?

Spirit healed sores
that the spiders didn't scar
I boosted from stores
that insiders deemed subpar
I looked within
feeling airy, yea, thin
sublime soulcave
sublimecavernsoul

The tenderized grasses
swaying in the pond
Remind me of the glasses
of which I were nigh fond
They corroded my soul
and corralled my sway
caved in soul
carved upon soul

Abandoned car, imploded shards
resembling baby so hurt, in zebra leotards
how could someone kind on my infant self
so unwind
cavernesque soulyard
loch ness fettered soulyardOne fine night, awakened wails
Death had found, the boozer's bales
No more weed
nor wine nor whimpers
Found the white ash glee
Found the white ashtree

spurious superbly bossed boobat

superboss twilling
you are so god
supreme cieling
you are utterly so mod

i know your're healing
and so surrealing
gives me such thrills
and all the while
they drink turnstile
and you says nils

my job, i have made it into a moloch morass tar-traipser

and now i am realizing at last how to get unleashed(have you read that unleashed: poems by 'writer's dogs"? it's awesome, in aprts espeically the longest one about the two dogs that get found in an abandoned house)
from my fears:
stop
lowing my werke to be my god(he-devil of a falsied god)
no more palsy in my steppes now
trafalgar square was cool last wodin's nacht

bulls v bears, publicans v mocrats, A students v dropout flunkers, ying yang cycle

don't please don't take this wrong
but what if the publicans v mocrats
the A student valedictoriains so valored v the dropoutflunkout skool skippers
the bears v bulls of the stocked market
what if all of it is a yin yang that is necessary,even if(as in the horrendous war in Iraq) it is utterly awful and we fight our best to rectify it

please end this war very very soon
it was so unneeded

being sober sucks yes certainly. being drunk is devilishly painful

i'd rather be a bit bummed than utterly inchanined

that there meet today was sublime itself

i mean: folks i've known for decades, undecoyed by booze and iron-on's of fear and feral fretting
the talking of healing
of our former shell-selves
of our need to be remembereded by each other
and the overarching awareness that
neither heat nor frost can toss us from the ship of sobriety
UNLESS we ourselves scrape off our recovery tattoos with a needless spoon of absalom's absynthe(no worm, no berm, dam the perms)