The Bunny can’t drive
At least for awhile.
Chosen driver, I sit outside the Meeting
They assemble each in the moment, forgiving of the past, jonesin’ for a future.
The Meeting is about to begin. Funny I realized they remain strangers to each other at the Meeting, but remember inside with the grinning devil buried deep in a crevice of just how it felt.
And with every past loss, the devil’s grin grews. With every numbing swallow or puncture needle stab, more lost like chips on a sculptor’s floor, littered shards of stone marble until only a devil smile is left to reveal
and they face a real choice.
Live in pain release and freedom and die or head to the silence and the Moment of the meeting.
Addicts are so in touch.
Narcissistic, no thought of bugs (unless they were junkies)
Self-possessed, trying to calm and make sense of senseless.
But they still glow flashed electric.
Sparking hot flash fire then cold ash
Repeat until dead.
Some nervously gather in groups
Sucking just a bit deeper’
just a tinge of panic.
Remembering the time between sips,
Like it mattered, cursing inside
At promises broken to love and lovers
And suck just a bit deeper.
And at the invisible tick..(pause…wait) tock, it is time to head in for the good seat
Hurry up to get the good seat.
Where they watch and pretend with masked sheepish face
to be called to share what they had practiced between sips.
As lovers left them to the moment.
And then like the quiet brought by an ocean of booze or a mountain of pills or Coke’s snow
sparkle, they are gone.
One late-comer sucks a cloud of vap with a smile. One comes to talk on a phone that never
rung to be joined by another, in bond
Waiting to get back to the sip or the sniff or to reach out waiting to share.
Another spry and clean goes into the Meeting door and before I can look up…she leaves.
She touched the coffin of the saint, she made a noise of one uncomfortable from sitting till a hundred sheepish faces turned
And she left. Church is over another day. Obligation of the few minutes spent with those
trying to kill the screams inside complete.
She leaves and returns to her madness.
The Meeting is over and post-mingle post-nerves hover outside metal doors.
Outside the Meeting, air returns to birds nervous and cars rushing past, late and rushing
And the silence. Inside the Meeting they are quiet. Walls tire and sigh and rinse clean the
judgements of others.
The unknown released from the moment and the Meeting, pause
They pray to take back time lost.
They pray to get back to feeling a tree and a breeze and saying clearly, Hello.
And the door opens and again and again and the birds sit silent.
New nervous ones have started to gather.
And they smoke shakey and wait their turn in the Meeting.