Since nineteen-thirty nine
sixty-eight years of guiding
wino's like me
in my fourth edition
the big book says --
Between it's covers of deep blue sea
black cryptic letters form
meaningful words
layman's terms:
Right there!
Smack right on page forty-five--!
Paragraph one:
We had have to find a power
by which we could live
and it had has to be a
Power greater than ourselves
I quit banging my head
against the egg-shelled wall
and count the dents
I close my dark circled eyes
vision unicorns and rainbows
with fluffy white clouds and
a sun as golden as
Aphrodite's hair
Think.
Think.
Think...
Nope
I don't think that's what they meant
I see Christ on the cross
spikes enjambed in his flesh
blood dripping onto the desert sand
sputtering his spit filled last words
Forgive them Father...they know not!
I jerk open my moistened eyes
remembering disllusionment
hyprocrisy
with childhood church outings
and knew it was a power
too great for myself
to handle as a friend
alongside my addiction
so the big book told me
between its covers of deep blue sea
just to believe
in a POWER greater than me
I became so goddammed
Hungry going on a spiritual quest and
Angry not finding this secret that millions discovered, what a
Lonely experience as I gave up in an indefatigable way
Tired exhausted and by myself
The secret is in the cryptic code
of the big book
with its covers of deep blue sea
If I had learned this six years ago
when I first sat in these rooms
then I would not be here again
looking for the answer
that was in my hands
all along
Hello, my name is alcoholic and my problem is Gregg
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