Antediluvian
by avocadoben
He hid gallons in the garage,
Fifths in the basement,
Pints in toilet tanks,
Airline bottles were on his person at all times.
But he wasn't drinking.
Why would he?
He'd bought the cure at an expensive Center
That taught him Yoga
And acupunctured away his brokenness.
The cure worked, too.
Now he could drink,
in peace.
Red and blue lights reflected off the bottle.
He'd seen them before,
on other lonely nights,
while driving nowhere,
drinking from bottles
he kept in the car.
She left him jailed.
Thirty days of jumpsuit therapy
Would do him good,
She thought
And cried herself to sleep.
He shared jail toilets
And thought about his lover
Hidden in the garage
and toilet tanks
of his life.
Fifths in the basement,
Pints in toilet tanks,
Airline bottles were on his person at all times.
But he wasn't drinking.
Why would he?
He'd bought the cure at an expensive Center
That taught him Yoga
And acupunctured away his brokenness.
The cure worked, too.
Now he could drink,
in peace.
Red and blue lights reflected off the bottle.
He'd seen them before,
on other lonely nights,
while driving nowhere,
drinking from bottles
he kept in the car.
She left him jailed.
Thirty days of jumpsuit therapy
Would do him good,
She thought
And cried herself to sleep.
He shared jail toilets
And thought about his lover
Hidden in the garage
and toilet tanks
of his life.
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The cure worked, too.
Now he could drink,
in peace.
(I like this...)
Captures the self-absorption of the alcoholic perfectly. He dreams of the bottle while she cries for him. Yup, that just about says it all. *
JP, glad you ...liked?...it.
liked--yes.
Dig this piece. Like that it gets how others don't get the jones, the need, the unbreakable desire for the drink. And Matt picked out the same stanza that jumped out at me as best example of pitch, compression, story. Faved--
Michael and Matt, thanks for picking up on that line. I wish I had no idea what you guys were talking about.
Powerful on addiction. What could otherwise be pretty, now a menace, "Red and blue lights reflected off the bottle." *
"Thirty days of jumpsuit therapy"
Well said!