The stars giggle
Drunk on the dust
In the Milky Way
They tip over
Turning a fall into a dip
When I squint
I see you just like this
Dancing at the end of a stick

I would like to say
I wake up in the morning
Refreshed and ready
But I just squint through the light
Pouring through my window
Trying harder and harder to see you
As you disappear

The fear evaporated
I became articulate,
apparently very, very funny.
A BMW Master Tech, making money.
The altitude and latitude of youth
made me feel free.

I drank & then became drunk.
Now at Tarzana Treatment,
in a top bunk.

Departure: self-help books
still I could not refrain.
Arrival: psychiatric help
I couldn’t abstain.

What once felt like comfort
turned turbulent, then insane.

I tried to diagnose
what I could not escape.
Alcohol always there,
waiting to ******,
wearing its cape.

Until I boarded Flight A.A.,
buckled up
bought a one way
to soberly fly away.