Malt liquor on NE MLK

You need to


Where the fuck am
I
He says
And her eyes
Light up in that
Special way
In the hospital
She says
You know you were
Drinking
Where the hell am I
He says
His eyes glazed
 Hands all a trembling
Do you have somewhere
 To go
She says
I'll try but I don't think
They'll let you stay
But I have to try something
Where the fuck am I
I say
Standing in the emergency
 Room hallway
All the doors
Are the same can you
Please help me
Find the way

On the stumble
To the store
For beer to cage
The screaming beast
In his chest
Echo the words of
The paramedic
 Man you need to
Quit drinking
Or you will
End up dead
Then the paramedic
 Paused in despair
And then repeatedly
Shouted in my ear
You
need
To
Quit
Drinking
Or you
Will
Soon be
Dead
 Those words rang
Through his head
Drinking malt liquor
 On NE MLK
YOU NEED TO QUIT DRINKING
He said/shouted...

Or soon I will be dead


Chris McQueeney.   5/14/13.


I will be posting this at dVerse poetry pub to share my words with theirs