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