For want of change–a poem

From glass,
from bottle,
or pipe…
anything but this
anywhere but here
anytime but now
anyone but me.
Just to change the head,
just to hide the lie
in order to believe;
just to change the face,
in the hopes I can deceive.

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This is from 2002, and I don’t think I’ve ever encapsulated so much of the psychology of my drinking mind in so few words. I hope you’ve never felt like this. Be well, my friends; get in touch with me if you think you might need help. Love and thanks. Until soon.