I awoke with a pounding heart
and shaking legs,
the Jazz from my computer playlist still
I made a cup of tea to calm my nerves.
It's been eighteen weeks since I've had a drink
and, by result,
I am drawn further and further into the forest.
I still waste time in
Éire Pubs, Blues Joints, and Rock 'n' Roll Clubs.
I'm more well-behaved
(yet not nearly as brave)
amongst the Beautiful Ballerinas.
I miss the Devil Whiskey, especially on
St. Patrick's Day.
This hankering nips at me like
rabid mini minotaurs.
St. Patrick, I pray, chase these snakes away.