The ticking of mortality goes rushing by.
Five minutes.
Barely time to regret.
Bring on the next moment.
Bring it on.
I have the reckless courage to exist.
PRS 2.03 2016
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Completed 2016 marathon with great joy and pleasure. born Dec 1947. New poetry writer. Bipolar, long periods of being unable to write at all. I was in an up mood and very productive in 2016. This year my medication has me much more controlled. I hope to still be productive. Theater, standup comedy, theology, psychology.
The ticking of mortality goes rushing by.
Five minutes.
Barely time to regret.
Bring on the next moment.
Bring it on.
I have the reckless courage to exist.
PRS 2.03 2016
Puzzles
Shows
Long talks in the almost dark.
Time stops, elongates, stretches, encapsulates.
Free from the burden of the tik tik tik,
The horrible beast of hurry,
I float down the warm soft river
Legs in cutoff jeans splayed on the black inter-tube
Head back,
Tender throat exposed to the hot summer valley sun
Passing the days with no clocks, no hurry,no deadening deadlines.
Swirl me around forever, one foot in the river, one in the sky.
Swirl me around forever, one hand in the water,
One on the hot black rubbery tube.
In the days before time was invented.
PRS 2.x 2016
I do not have time for self-loathing.
The time is spinning on
Relentless.
The end of the hour comes as fast as the end of life.
I intend to DO SOMETHING!
PRS 2.0 2016
I NEVER EVEN GOT OUT OF BED
OR STOPPED TO MAKE WATER
BECAUSE
SELF-ACTUALIZATION.
MY INVERTED MASLOVIAN PYRAMID
CAME FIRST!
They’re not gonna trick me into quitting.
I wrote a pome fair and square.
Bluff.
Yeah.
Complain a little, that always helps.
IS THIS THE FRIGGIN END OR THE BEGINNING?!?
Where’s the end of the line?
PRS 1.2 2016
I never read the instructions.
If you really need to know it, they will repeat it
Ever since Grade One
I was the Clueless One.
My alarm tells me the Marathon is ON!
Wow! Wizzer! How do you do!
Here I AM! Where’s the Friggin Prompt?
Whatever that is, for corn sakes.
I NEVER read the instructions.
If you need to know it, they will repeat it,
or pin it to your shirt.
Maybe the prompt is in the bag with my lunch.
The MaRathon is ON ON ON!
Once again the clueless one
Will have to make my own Rules.
They didn’t say it had to be a GOOD one.
That FIRST one.
That Poem One.
Even the alarm quit.
Nobody’s here to ask.
Hmmm.
(What do they expect on two hours sleep?)
Dang it. Where’s that friggin prompt?
WHERE’S THAT FRIGGIN FIRST FRIGGIN PROMPT?!?
As of crafting verse wasn’t hard enough at friggin DAWN!
And nobody else has the grumps and sleep IN THEIR EYES!
Well, here’s that poem, cheerful ones.
I wrote it, Nyah!
I ARE A PARTICIPANT
And by MY rules……………
(Ahem)
Clueless Won!
!
PRS 1.0 2016
everything is coming out prose lately.
The marathon starts soon and i am not sleeping.
This may be my first and only published poem.
I consider it the start of my intentional poetry writing.
Submitted to check the process
In Orlando,
Happy faces
Young beautiful people,
Vibrant bodies,
Jumping for joy.
Smashed into offal and
Cooling meat.
There is no moral,
No lesson,
No political gain,
Only blood and emptiness and tears.
I wrote this post for a facebook group named addictioNurse- a 100 member group on substance abuse.
It may serve as an intro here. It is not biographical and that seems right to me at the moment.
Perhaps I should introduce myself, because I am likely to share and comment some things that will show that I have an unusual substance abuse problem- but maybe everybody has an unusual problem.
Alcohol was never an important part of my life, I thought, until I started taking medication that was DANGEROUS to mix with alcohol.
I found it hard to stop drinking entirely, and that i enjoyed the fact that I got very drunk on very little alcohol. I began to crave alcohol, and would get up out of bed at 1:30 to go to the store and buy a quart before it was after hours.
If there is an open bottle of wine or liquer, I will sneak down in the middle of the night to have a few sips.
i did not have this craving before alcohol was forbidden, and the part of this drinking that alarms me is that it is basically self-harm, so it is on the spectrum of suicidal ideation and self-mutilation.
I have many friends who are recovering from substance abuse, and we compare notes on my struggles with my bipolar disorder.
The bit of wisdom that helps me the most is my friend David’s wisdom that when you stop abusing drugs the difficulty is to face the issues that led you to start abusing them in the first place.
I have been in support groups for depression and bipolar disorder, and there is freedom in being with people of all kinds who understand each other in a different way.
The same is true of recovery from substance abuse. People can spot each others’ excuses, rationalinizations, and continuing addictions. But they also tend to read themselves into other people. Not everybody is a good sponsor.
I cannot go to AA, because if I tell the truth about myself, that I am not physically addicted but it is still a struggle for me to not use alcohol, many will not understand and accuse me of being in denial. Some people will tell me to stop taking my medication because, after all, drugs are drugs and the goal is to live drug free.
(I am also critical of the 12 step programs on grounds of philosophy, style, and appropriateness for all people, but that is another day and another entry)
Equally disturbing are those who have decided that marijuana is not just valuable in medication, but is the only medication that is needed, and, because it is “natural’ and not manufactured chemically it is as safe as food and superior.
I take several different kinds of medications, and even useful prescription medications take correctly under medical supervision have unwanted side effects and can cause other problems.
(I will write another time about my specific experience with various medications, especially benzodiazapines.)
I think we need to educate people in a bold, honest way to prepare them for the dangers of substance use and abuse.