Dried Up

I wanted to be sober and be saved.

They call some of us "Recovered"
(but certainly not me).

It turns out, after all, that when you stop
dousing things with substance and deal
with real life,

the crazies don’t go away.

I’m still a nut-case,

it’s just not as glaringly,
blatantly obvious
as before.

And I don’t have anything to blame it on anymore.

I’m a dried up drunk.

(and I’m alone)