none of  my poetry abounding
my
AA meetings not until next week
the old  sounds ring in my ears
I am short breathed imaging
trying to deal with
by turning Evanescence up as loud
as her beautiful goes
drown out all the demons
but it still has
all of me
by the *****
and I know it
I don't  know what to
do about it
drowning
in the trailer park
under the dark
canopy
a fish
out of water
gulping
down the new
abstinence
killing
brain cells
one way or
the other