The whiskey and the beer.
Whisky (Photo credit: chi-ryu)
The whiskey and the beer.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Easy to hide in the wrong things and places.
I kissed her whiskey soaked lips. Told her. ” Beauty is one more bloody thing to blind us from the truth.”
“Now we are ugly with disappointment. It don’t matter, beauty isn’t what we need now.”
I ordered a pint of good English lager and a double shot of Jack Daniels.
We sit together daily. Two strangers with no place to go. Somehow misery bring two confused people together.
Somehow we become one for a time. Trying to rebirth the desire for flesh and life.
Even the flesh become less needed with no hope and dreams. I wrap my arms around her in the late night.
Trying to give comfort to someone fighting dead and old ghost and pain.
I wake up. I release her and make some morning coffee.
I pour the coffee into my cup. I added some Jim Beam to give the coffee strength.
She awake. Her tire eyes looking at me needing a kind voice and coffee.
I pour her a cup of coffee and added some whiskey. I told her. “We will be alright.”
Coyote
1985
It’s neat you got a lot of likes for this poem. I enjoyed it so much, i read two people trying to make it work, my favorite line
“I pour the coffee into my cup. I added some Jim Beam to give the coffee strength.”
please give my work a chance too, also i like the 1st pic. my boyfriend dreams of serving his country’s military.
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John, I really love this piece. Excellent work.
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Old memories become better with time.. Thank you for the comment.
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As always, it is an honor to read your work. Also, thank you so much for serving your country as well. God bless.
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Excellent poem, and very truthful.
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Easy to fall upon the bad road. A excellent poem.
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I have to agree with Maryanne, above,
Bluebird!
“there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke” (Bukowski, Charles)
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I need to read some Bukowski. Thank you for the comment.
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Enjoy young man, 55 is hardly “old”. Thanks for the intriquing life stories.
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Hi John, 55 is hardly “old” … you have a lot of living left to do. Must say you have had an exciting and
intriguing life so far. Enjoy, young man.
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Thank you for the comment. I hope I have a few years left.
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” Beauty is one more bloody thing to blind us from the truth.” – Such a truthful statement.
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I stole a line from Leonard Cohen. He was talking to Joplin at the Chelsea Hotel. “We don’t have the beauty. We have the music.” Thank you for the comment.
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Very Bukowski-ish!
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Thank you for the comment. I like the old poetry. Today I can’t stand the smell of whiskey. Old age made me wise and more careful. I look back in time and wonder how I made 55 years of life?
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At 49 I’m right behind you and I too never imagined I’d not only mellow so much but even become such a positive person 🙂
But, yes, definitely look back at certain times with a fondness, regardless 🙂
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Me too.
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