Rehab

It is always named serenely, as if kicking
the need requires two rivers or twenty pines
or a ten day
stay in elysian fields. Boiled down, it comes to sticking
step 1 before step 2 before you nose the line
or, say,

throat the bottle, lip the smoke, vein the pin.
No churning machine of nurses and doctors can
put underwear on you.
No 12 life lessons can wash away the gnawing sin
that tumbles and rumbles under celebrity skin, tan
from a Rodeo Drive spree. Whether Jews

are to blame for ice caps melting or your rocky, drunken
motoring cannot be (re)solved by prescribed daily doses
or a sudden realization in group.
Your human hate denotes a life that’s dark, deep, dark and sunken.
Buy some panties. Man a steady wheel. Avoid psychosis
and the paparazzi snoop.