ANOTHER WASTED DAY
August 1991
Navarre Beach Florida
Bleak memory through the darkness
I believe it was a Tuesday
Noon perhaps
A rare day off in paradise
Welcome break from my 80 hour work week
My comfortable townhouse deck
Gorgeous view of the emerald green gulf of Mexico
My dazed head
Slowly drifts back to consciousness
Groggy
A horrid taste in my dry mouth
Pounding drums of hang over misery
Still oblivious to the previous nights blackout
The Vodka demon
Still saturates my alcoholic veins
My first conscious thought
I need a drink
Brunch of drunkard
Eight parts liquor
Two parts juice
I sip my deadly elixir
Lounging in the blazing southern sun
Beads of sweat
Trickle down my chest
They reek of fermentation
My mind dwells on my beautiful Daughter Sarah
Tears well in the eyes of this addicted Dad
I ponder my daily plans
Surf fishing perhaps
My passion
Hobby if you will
A distant latter to my favorite activity
Pounding down the booze
Paralyze the inner pain
With “pass out” intensity
Soon I am on my second
My thoughts begin to blur
Procrastination
Complete indifference
Clear judgment escapes
As the warm numbness consumes me
All intentions cancelled
As I finish my third cocktail
My last coherent recollection
I hope I applied some sunscreen
I can’t recall the rest
My shaking bones
Chained
Tortured
Vicious whirling cycle
On the Merry go Round of darkness
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
