The Undeniable Grace of Functional Alcoholism

Utah_Jack · 04-20-2005, 07:17 PM

"Stay away from booze; it's no solution to your troubles." "Drinking will only make your problem worse." These and other such words of wisdom are familiar, I'm sure, to anyone who has turned to the bottle in a time of crisis. Is it really a matter of human weakness that so many not only surrender to the siren song of alcohol, but return to hear the tune again and again? The bottle sits there, waiting to anoint me with blessed oblivion. "Come to me," she says. "Rest ye a while in me, and I will ease your burden."

At heart, we all seek to be Homer's lotus eaters.

Christ's blood is wine.

I shake for liquor through the dreary march of my day. Duties discharged, I chase my new love, now that my old love has abandoned me--a new love easy to approach, willing in her submission. Would that all lovers were so.

Though I shake, I continue to function, but I want out of my own mind. It's a garment long worn, unfashionable, not in keeping with the times. Liquor shows me the heaven of naked insentience. How I wish she would take me there, now, instead of showing me it's far-off vista. Perhaps I'm Moses, doomed to see the Promised Land but never to live in it.

Every drink brings an upwelling of welcome, sacred numbness: anaesthesia for the ragged Dawn-shaped wound that still weeps and festers.

I wake each morning swollen and haggard, waiting for the next lover's kiss as I bring cup to lips.

Life is not for me, anymore. It has been hostile environs for some time. Those of you who are to inherit the earth, I wish you well. Burn my corpse and pour my ashes in a whiskey bottle.

someguy69 · 04-20-2005, 07:55 PM

Such fair words to describe a foul state of mind.

What woman lead you down such a hopeless path?

Utah_Jack · 04-20-2005, 08:03 PM

My ex-wife, whom I still love.

04-20-2005, 07:17 PM	#1
Utah_Jack Offline Join Date: Apr 2005 Age: 38 Posts: 22	The Undeniable Grace of Functional Alcoholism "Stay away from booze; it's no solution to your troubles." "Drinking will only make your problem worse." These and other such words of wisdom are familiar, I'm sure, to anyone who has turned to the bottle in a time of crisis. Is it really a matter of human weakness that so many not only surrender to the siren song of alcohol, but return to hear the tune again and again? The bottle sits there, waiting to anoint me with blessed oblivion. "Come to me," she says. "Rest ye a while in me, and I will ease your burden." At heart, we all seek to be Homer's lotus eaters. Christ's blood is wine. I shake for liquor through the dreary march of my day. Duties discharged, I chase my new love, now that my old love has abandoned me--a new love easy to approach, willing in her submission. Would that all lovers were so. Though I shake, I continue to function, but I want out of my own mind. It's a garment long worn, unfashionable, not in keeping with the times. Liquor shows me the heaven of naked insentience. How I wish she would take me there, now, instead of showing me it's far-off vista. Perhaps I'm Moses, doomed to see the Promised Land but never to live in it. Every drink brings an upwelling of welcome, sacred numbness: anaesthesia for the ragged Dawn-shaped wound that still weeps and festers. I wake each morning swollen and haggard, waiting for the next lover's kiss as I bring cup to lips. Life is not for me, anymore. It has been hostile environs for some time. Those of you who are to inherit the earth, I wish you well. Burn my corpse and pour my ashes in a whiskey bottle.

04-20-2005, 07:55 PM	#2
someguy69 Offline Member Join Date: Apr 2005 Age: 37 Posts: 271	Such fair words to describe a foul state of mind. What woman lead you down such a hopeless path?

04-20-2005, 08:03 PM	#3
Utah_Jack Offline Join Date: Apr 2005 Age: 38 Posts: 22	My ex-wife, whom I still love.