Finally

I heard that Jesus is at the bottom of a glass and you see him just before you hit the floor, you won’t remember when you wake, or not until you take another drink, self-fulfilling with the spirit in you does you no good at all. He thinks that he’s Jamie,butOliver’s at the doorasking as…

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People I knew

He carves a notch on his liver for every day he doesn’t give a damn. The bottle’s another enemy but one he cannot see. And his eyes are yellowed like a fabled beast. He’ll either die or pass this way again because It takes a brave or broken man to save himself…

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The brew yards

I open a can hoping the can will make a man of me, 8.2% abv which is strong and almost a knockout stout drink, two of them and I’ll be twice the men of the man I am. Later dehydrated, I see the error but deny the ways, later I open a can to commiserate…

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Seven teen shadows

When community spirit is in the bottle that’s passed around and the only common ground is the parking lot you plot up in and the ‘Social’ is not very sociable when they sanction you and it’s non-negotiable, you’re basically screwed. Honest men would turn to crime and later try to turn back time and nothing…

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Standoff

  I read to try and gain, nothing, nada, undefeated I read and read again, nothing, nada, this could go on forever, there’s a shed load of books and I have only two eyes to look within them and I ask you, is that fair? oh! you read and that leads me to the question,…

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Earlier times

I’m trying hard not to think of taking a drink at this time in the morning but the day’s like a chasm that I cannot bridge and there’s two pints of electric sat in the fridge, voltage for my tonsils, how to justify this trying defeats me and the drink’s sat there leering, saying come…

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Under a Spanish Sun #9

It’s easy if I don’t think don’t blink and just drink myself into a stupor absolutely super. Too many daybreaks headaches heartaches and it all takes its toll. If I stay sober long enough I can get through this feeling of feeling rough and do proper stuff, if I tough it out, say no to…

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Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, fuck good health I’m going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can’t be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain’t, the locals where I live give free stretchers…

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A free identity with every litre

  drink to excess drunk you’re a mess   if only   I smoke alcohol it saves on the glasses, they say that girls make passes at boys who save glasses   if that’s true where are they?   Sunday I smell liquor on the vicar the sermon is a shambles, drunk the vicar rambles…

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