Group of people kneeling in traditional clothing around a large tequila bottle monument with fire torches

The following poem was originally written in 1994 when Tequila Gold was my poison of choice. I have been sober for fifteen years, this coming September 11.

wake up/if i can

rolling over/from one dead
day/into the next

my mouth
a dirt-filled trench/
shoveled with/bad vices
Group of people kneeling in traditional clothing around a large tequila bottle monument with fire torches
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an empty fifth/evidence
the gold bottle cap/spilled
across the room/
the stained paper bag/
at the edge/of the bed

my aching body/aching
screaming/

STOP IT/I’M KILLING ME/

Patron gold tequila bottle in desert
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tequila gold/
burning fire/
drunk maker/
liver sodomizer/

what a head/ache
when i wake up/

if i can.

9/24/1994

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