When he next risks a glance,Rhett Maddox was a hell of a poet when he was sober. He was a veteran of AA. He had done about 50 steps of the "twelve-step" program because -- sooner or later -- he would relapse, descend into the surreal hell of drunkenness, and --later or sooner, whenever he had lost every thing and every person in his life -- would have to start all over again at "step one." He died in New Orleans when he was 39 years old.
his morning mirror face
eyes him as coldly asas coldly asTorturer and victim,
a hooded executioner,
shaking the tangles from his lash
before he starts to shred
the helpless, hopeless flesh.
face to face:
Mirrors do not lie.-- Warren F. O'Rourke, 1990blockquote>