A prayer for a cheap beer drinker

Falling down drunk
Onto the couch this time
Not the floor like last time … like last times

Face down
Head hung over the side
Hung over like he’ll be

Unless he has another can

Off the couch
To the fridge
The blessed can’s inside

On the couch
Looking down between his legs
Eyes not focusing

But he knows cans

Fumbling for the end
Fingers found the pop top

Eyes on the floor
There’s a book split open
Face up

He knows that book

It’s got lots of stories
About wine
And drunk people

People drunk
Like him
But on wine

Not cheap beer in a can

He remembers the story
About good wine
At a wedding

Made special
By a guest
Whose mother told him to help out

But he’s not at a wedding

The eyes see the book
Not the words
On the page or the can

But he knows what’s inside
The can holds what he wants
The book holds something else

One in his hand the other at his feet

Head back
Eyes closed
Lips mumbling

Words get lost
In the can he brings
Up to his mouth, again

A prayer for cheap beer

Or a question
Could he ever like wine
Or the guest?

The question
Could the guest
Ever like him?

A prayer for a cheap beer drinker
On a couch


(c) Tim Fall 2018

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3 Responses to A prayer for a cheap beer drinker

  1. Jeannie Prinsen says:

    Very moving, Tim. I can see him so clearly — and I know how much God longs to welcome him home, like the prodigal son.

  2. I can see how the Good Book could help out this drunk. I know another Book – the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous – also might have some useful things to suggest.

    I know whereof I speak. I spent ten years as a volunteer facilitator at an inpatient drug and alcohol unit. I spoke to fresh drunks and druggies, right off the streets. Many of them were so far from any concept of God. The idea of using the Group of Drunks/Druggies (G.O.D.) as their Higher Power sometimes was a way to open the door and start them on the path to recovery and clean and sober living. I still think of some of those dear people. God/HP bless them.

    Thanks for the heartfelt poem, Tim.

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