Why does an alcoholic leave the drink behind? To go where it’s warm, because drunkenness has become cold comfort, because the climate has changed. The wind resists the flight from the bottle and the initiative to break the flow is rotated among the flock. Though each member of the band plays their part, the one diverting the air just ahead of me and the one just behind trumpeting still hold the majority of my attention. Flocking is my primary purpose because survival is the intention of life, demise the intent of my illness. One more sober day is all I can ask, it’s all I ever need, it’s all that’s ever offered.
Put wheels under procrastination
POPCORN FLAVORED LOLLIPOP
I can’t know it, I can’t believe it,
The world of popcorn flavored lollipops
Is now being visited upon me.
Both a surprise and a comfort,
A popcorn flavored lollipop
Given to me by a gas station attendant.
A blast of sugar and salt wake my tongue.
What can a mind do
In the face of buttered-salted bonbon on a stick?
I wouldn’t have thought of it, no in a million years.
This is somehow a source of hope to me,
There are open minded people living in the world around me.
I often pray for creative thinking on the part of my Higher Power
I inadvertently dismiss the populace
Who are producing prodigies of ingenious originality and cunning.
I want the world to be gifted with what sobriety has given me.
Candy is not world peace
But many great things start with a little sweetness