Teenage Drinking To Get Paralytic Poem by Terence George Craddock

when young
on a Friday
Saturday
night...

I drank to get drunk
drunk was lying down
holding on falling off
the edge of the earth...

I was exceptionally
rarely drunk drinking
drunk into oblivion...

waking
pale next morning
after drunk skulling
a full bottle drinking...

a bottle of ouzo
dry retching
vomiting up
stomach lining...

is living death...

was a never repeated
never to be repeated
curtain on paralytic
drinking terminated...


Copyright © Terence George Craddock