If I stop drinking completely I find

The noisy neighbours deprive me of sleep

I become super-sensitive; they wind

Me up as I lie listening; they creep

Around, bang things and each other; they keep

Me from the point of drifting down the stream

Away from this dull, marshy plain to steep

And heady slopes where success is no dream

Gold nuggets just for me reflect the gleam

Of the still-rising sun, caressing wind

Undressing beauties, clothing in a heap

I lie at the top, position supreme

Then a bang in the night and I unwind

Unreeling, rolling through the real snow