ON FINDING THE DROMODOL

This time and
A different ball game
and i'm not even sure how long i've really been sober.
Did i fall from the wagon,
on that aeroplane? No.
From Valium? I don't think so.
I know.
It was finding the Dromodol in my dad's cupboard
for my broken back,
His broken nerves.
THAT was when the wagon fell.
Mez's wedding.
Keef driving,Monkey up front,
eyes dilated amongst the boxes in the back of that van.
Horizontal again.
There i was
At peace with the world.
What an irony.
How cycles will repeat themselves.
That was the 28th September
2008
Fuck!!