Inseparable

I’m a pretty easy-going person

I have a lot of patience

And I can tolerate a lot

But I do hate one thing

It is not your inability to quit

it is not the shell of your former self

it never was you

but the demon that controlled you

forced you to lie

forced to keep drinking

forced you to walk away

the demon that ended your life

I hate that alcoholism

Took you away forever

From a daughter that needed you

And from me who still loved

The man drowning in the bottle


Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) # 19 – hate

(picture from Google search)

Party On Dave

He stumbled and his friend Dave said, “Have a nice trip, see you next fall” and started laughing, loudly.  Dave was always loud and thought he was funny.  Tim knew it was mostly all really bad jokes though.

Tim told Dave, “Thanks, I am ok.  I appreciate your concern” in a very sarcastic tone.  It went unnoticed though.  Dave just kept walking and said, “How long ago did the party start?”

“It was supposed to start at 8 o’clock.  Relax, we will still be some of the first people there,” said Tim.

“I am planning on getting toasted.  Don’t let me do anything too stupid,” Dave said with a laugh.

Tim said. “Just so long as you aren’t stupid enough to join the guys in tripping out.  I guess Erik had a really bad trip at the last party,”

Dave rolled his eyes and said, “I won’t do anything (hopefully) that would jeopardize my trip to Florida next week.  And getting way out there might get me in trouble.  I only want a good beer buzzl”

Tim grabbed Dave’s shoulder and pointed to the house ahead, “This is the place Dave.”

Dave rubbed his hands together and said, “Onward, I need a beer!”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trip

Past the Point

He lied again

Right to my face

Said he was at the bar

It’s his hiding place

He lies all the time

Drinks night and day

And spend hours away

Doing what I can’t say

I’m now past the point

Of angry and mad

Irate is the emotion

I suddenly had

I won’t do this anymore

I have had enough

Out the door he goes

With all of his stuff

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – irate

Friday Night Celebration

She stopped with her coworkers at the local pub.  She had a celebratory drink as the big project at work was finished and after all this was Friday, the start of a weekend.  Her partner on this project bought everyone a shot of tequila and the team slammed them down.  This was one of the secretary’s birthday too, so she ordered shots for everyone too.  Before she finished her margarita to head home, someone placed another shot of tequila in her hand and she downed it in no time.

Now she was getting ready to leave and one of the staff members asked if she needed a ride home.  “No, I’ve got my car and it is just about 10 blocks away.”  Her partner watched her swerve a little as she walked and came up behind her taking the keys out of her hand.  “You’re not driving any where tonight.  I can just see the serious repercussions of you getting behind the wheel after all those shots… so many things could happen, and I would rather not visit you in either jail or the hospital.”

She stumbled again and turned around saying, “You are right, I am a little tipsy.  Maybe I can order an Uber if I can just find my phone.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – repercussions

Down and Out

The man sat down with a sigh and said to the bartender, “Give me a scotch on the rocks and don’t skimp on the scotch.”

The bartender poured the scotch over the glass of ice and said, “Bad day, mister?”

The man shifted in his seat and said, “I just lost the woman I love.  And it came out of left field.”

The bartender began wiping down the bar and asked, “No warning what so ever, eh?  That is rough.”

“I suppose looking back on it I could see she was unhappy, but I never thought it was me.”  The man downed his scotch and asked for another.  “I guess I can’t blame her for leaving.  I have been pretty distant,” the man said sipping on his new drink.

“Well I would take it easy on the scotch, booze is not the answer,” the bartender said as he watched the man finish his second drink.

“I just took her for granted,” the man said.  “She was always there, and I didn’t do anything to appreciate it.  I really messed up this time,” the man gestured with his empty glass again.

“This is the last one man, I will not over serve any one and you have been knocking them back fast,” the bartender said as he poured one more shot over the barely melted ice.

“That is ok, I need to figure out where I am going to stay tonight,” the man said with a sigh.  “To new beginnings,” he said and with a frown he held his glass up to no one.  “Cheers.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – skimp

First Accident

His diving was erratic. She was speeding to try to catch up with him. He had been at the bar again and she was worried about him driving home. She saw him pass a car and rushed to meet up with him, but the oncoming car prevented her from passing so she suddenly veered to the right hitting the gravel shoulder and spinning into the car she tried to pass.

Still concerned she urged the young driver to take her information and let her continued to see that her husband made it home safely.

…I was that young driver and felt sympathy for this woman’s fears. Letting her go and follow her husband. Everyone told me it was the wrong thing to do, but it was too late to change that fact. I still wonder if the two of them got home safely.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – erratic

 

Coat Of Lies

You varnish the truth

With another coat of lies

Thinking I wont notice what is real

Hidden behind your story

But after years of this

I know how you lie

And will no longer be sucked in

The stench of your lies

Is as strong as the whiskey on your breath

I know you’ve been drinking

And it breaks my heart again

If only you would see

The damage each drop creates

So go ahead and brush on another layer

And stain what relationship we have left

Somehow the truth will win in the end

Is Mommy Ok

She attacked the room
Like a wild savage
Throwing things
Ripping papers
And screaming
I couldn’t say for sure
What she actually did
I only heard it
While cowering in my bed
Covers tight around me
While mom ended her bender
In a fit of rage that night
I never will forget
The pain and fear I felt
Only ten and afraid
But worried about my mom…

Ever Hear Of Moderation

My glass of wine

Grows lukewarm

While your bottle of scotch

Just disappears

Don’t you ever think

about your actions

I feel bad just

Having a small glass

Yet you drink

Half of a bottle

On an empty stomach

Obviously you never learned

The boy scout way

Of always being prepared

Right now you are

Not ready for anything

Except to sleep it off

Until tomorrow night…