I was in a familiar place
Black light creating purple haze
Music was loud, half naked bodies gyrated in time with the beat
“Let’s get it on” Smooth as Marvin Gaye
Somewhere, someone blew ganga smoke right in my face
I breathed it in and sipped on my gin and juice
What? Wait
This was wrong on so many levels. I needed to call someone.
Come get me out of this.
What happened to my resolve, did I leave it in my red PF Flier?
Had I really fallen off the wagon?
Lines of powder appeared before me on a silver tray. Red pill, blue pill.
I took them all in, change was immediate
What step had I been working on?
Kick my heels together three times.
I’m back in Hell.
Soaking wet, sweat dripping, guilt tripping
Faces melting. People on fire running down Mack Avenue
Now I’ve drifted into a scary movie
They are coming to get me. Still.
Duck into St. Cyril’s Church on Helen street
Gimpy monsters right behind me
Broken stained glass on the ground
Saints all around, my Savior on a cross
Who does this bell toll for?
No, really, what is that ringing?
7:00 time to get up, Brenda. For real