I woke up this morning
With the sun in my window
Beckoning me outside to it all

Who would I be
If I did not take the heed
And answer his bright morning call

Now I'm standing outside
The sun giving a glint to my eyes
Filling my heart with it's warming

What comes to mind
Is to take this precious time
And wish you my friend a good morning

I've been digging
through this dumpster
far too long
trying to get to the bottom of it all.
Slimey sweet stench
there's my first love
my first pipe
my last light
my first rush
my last gush
my first bet
my last buck
"the game ain't over
until the rent money's gone."

I am down a deep hole
and my only tool is a shovel
I've got that one choice
but to go
down
down
down.
Drunk and dial
Drunk and poetry
how did I get here
how do I get out?

I'm a spiritual wasteland
connected to no one
connected to nothing
My drug
My man
My woman
My casino
The rush comes first
The numbness comes last
until
death, insanity or jail
is within my grasp.
I do what I do
But I am allergic too
you understand
when I do what I do
I break out in handcuffs
jail cells
strapped down to beds
looking around
longing for my dumpster
and
what I might have found.

1st Step
12th Step
I've done them all
though the 13th Step
I liked the best
Sponsors have come and gone
Spiritual awakenings
have all been done
I am back in this dumpster
where I had begun.

There is an exquisite mystery
at the heart of it all
the internal shift
happens
an inside job
The 21 year old's first black out
enough is enough
The 60 year old
on his fifth DUI
going out for one more round.

It is true
I have seen it many times
Recovery can be found
Hope restored
Wisdom in these halls
Peace within these walls
The dumpster closed
and left behind
A ladder falls and arrives
acceptance and gratitude
combine
as they say
"One day at a time."

My heart is
Molten sensuality
An
Unquellable
   Emotional
Tempestuous storm.

By the order of something or another
Came from the village in between
Passed onto the royal subjects
By the buzzing of the bees

Princess Pantry would attend
The vast masquerade ball
Where wine, larger, and lemonade
Would be dispersed by waterfall

Jolly Jasper was flabergastered
When he was invited too
He now had a chance to wear his party hat
He'd pick up in Kalamazoo

His dancing partner would be
None other than Sombrero Sam
Who'd been dancing the Samba
Since she was in a pram

The Tulip Twins will bring party favors
They'd picked from the garden that day
Where their exploding Snap Dragons
and Popping Pansies
Are bound to blow the guests away

Plus their homemade whoopie  cushions
With all the sounds that they secrete
Are sure to leave the party guests
Without an appetite to eat

Between all the snickers and the giggles
From those that are there by chance
Will be oblivious to the Royal Procession
As they continue on in dance

By the order of something or another
Came from the village in between
Passed onto the royal subjects
By the buzzing of the bees