Drunk – but not drunk -
You’ve reached a state of bliss
Beyond despair
Where no feeling’s gone
Because there are no feelings -
The body a clammy shell that jerks and twists,
Fingers misshapen, blackened, crushed and bleeding,
No Jesus Christ You
Though you echo his name
Incomprehensibly,
Uncomprehendingly,
But surely Jesus would have reached out a hand and touched more than the few coins you gathered up
Before walking
Lurching
If that is what it is
Towards the cans of Special Brew -
Your heart was soft once, still is,
Though it’s hardened now to oblivion;
For you it began with the death of a loved one,
Despair set in,
The drink started,
The job was lost -
That easy.
There’s no reaching you now,
Your journey’s almost completed.
Adieu.
Adieu.
A down-and-out, drunk into oblivion, escaping too many painful problems, close to death – the cold night, the corpse in the morning.
