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for dirt banquet in the night
no fork, just a needle
angels invited
demons crash
feasting on monster flesh
i control the beast
- eating it
every bite i grow smaller
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Written for dVerse Poetics: An Evening of Short Verses
dang...i never could do needles man...i inhaled though...and dabbled elsewhere way back when and helped a few get clean later in life...not an easy beast to beat....
ReplyDeleteFor sure. Helping someone very close through heroin rehab right now. The monster keeps calling his name.
DeleteNice one... well, kind of disturbing and saddening, but definitely in a way that serves the subject. I'm sorry about your friend; I wish you both the best. Thanks for the great read.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ursa. It's a take on a nasty habit that consumes people, taking more than they ever bargained for.
Delete...not an easy disposition i say... killing the monster for him would be nice... killing his own monster by himself would be the greatest help... but of course moral support is also a must & would make a better encouragement... tight write but oh delivered so well... great piece of offering here... smiles...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelvin. You're right. I've given him every kind of support possible to help him. Ultimately, it comes down to him making the decision to kill the beast himself. He's been clean for about 2 months, but the urges still follow him. Ugh.
Deletevery strong piece, powerful imagery and very effective reflection/imagery here. Thanks for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Fred, and also for hosting the Poets Pub and getting these short verses going.
Deleteugh..a monster that's not easy to beat for sure...know some that got into it and still struggle...on methadon programs now...some managed to beat the demon though...but it's tough
ReplyDeletePraying hard for the folks I know. I see firsthand what the monster does to them. They become different people you cannot trust. Thanks, Claudia.
DeleteNicely done! Thanx for the tools to wonder:
ReplyDeleteEvery bite we all grow smaller.
Every decision -- we ignore the power of little decisions.
Demons and Angels infest every moment.
PS - I use to work in a rehab center in India (of all places) where we rehabbed traveller who picked up crippling drug habit on the road. I learned more in those months than I did in 4 years of college. But not just about them -- but about me too.
Best wishes with your friend.
PSS - please consider turning off CAPTCHA on your blog -- filling in the numbers and letters (very hard to see) is painful.
Hello, Sabio. Rehab in India for travellers? That must have been the learning experience. The things that control us really do tell us about ourselves, for sure.
DeleteThanks for the tip on captcha. I hate those, too. Never knew it was on. I think I turned it off. Should be easier to comment. Who wants to hinder commenters? Not me. :-)
Hello Eusebia,
DeleteThe things that control us slowly form us -- each day, each year, a new you.
Hey, you are welcome about "CAPTCHA" -- nicely done.
BTW, you might want to put your correct e-mail --not your twitter info, in comment sections -- it is impossible to privately reply to you when you visit other blogs.
BTW2: I left a bunch of other aphorisms for you to chuckle over and consider for our pub meet someday -- I live on the Ohio River too -- long river.
BTW3: Consider adding a "Contact Me" part of this blog or somehow supply your e-mail for even better dialogue.
Later, Mate
Gonna make that happen :)
DeleteA powerful write. The monster always takes hold strongly. The ending really is stunning: "Eating it every bite I grow smaller"
ReplyDeleteThis seems to be the self-judgment of addicts I've known. So many hate what they're doing and wish desperately to be clean.
DeleteThank you, Mary.
A powerful piece, specially the ending line:
ReplyDeleteevery bite i grow smaller
Good luck to your friend ~ Cheers ~
And if you can turn off WORD VERIFICATION in your comment, it will make commenting much easier ~
Thank you, Grace. I'll send along your regards. And I did manage to find the setting to shut off word verification. I never knew it was on since the author never sees it. Thanks for the heads up and let me know if for some reason it's still "on."
DeleteIt works now ~ Smiles ~
DeleteGood luck!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Katy!
DeleteWow, this is so intense. Growing smaller with every bite. Reverse gluttony of addiction.
ReplyDeleteCrazy. The addicted person shrinks and the habit grows. Thanks, Susan.
Deletesuch a heart wrenching story in so few words - wonderful K
ReplyDeleteNicely done. (drugs I did tended to give the munchies. Made you larger)
ReplyDeleteI grew up in the '70s, Barbara. I know what you mean.
ReplyDeletePowerful write - your words pack a necessary punch.
ReplyDeleteSincerely hope your friend remains free - despite the pull of the monster.
Anna :o]
Thank you, Anna. It's a hard road for anybody.
DeleteReally sad and powerful poem. It reminds me of so many people that I served while working as a social worker. I hope your friend is still recovering and getting stronger.
ReplyDeleteYes, he is, Heidi, and thank you. He asked me to print out a copy of the poem so he can share it with his recovery group.
Deletehey man....your link at dverse is not working tonight...if you let me know the post i can fix it behind the scenes...
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