We become, who we suppose to be

We become, who we suppose to be. Part two.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
Part two.              

     We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)…

It was late September 1992 and I felt lonely. After I read at the Monterey book store poetry. Everyone escaped and I was left alone. I decided to go to the Irish pub and try to find the Devil. He could always make me smile and he told me story about the old gods. He told me often. Don’t hold on to the bad things, today Johnnie, is what is important. Tomorrow may not come. I arrived at the Irish Pub and I looked at the Pacific. She was dancing crazy and wild tonight. Maybe a great storm was coming? I saw Luna’s long ginger hair and she was drinking alone. I went to her and I sat with her. She turned and she wrapped her arms around me and she whispered. I am glad you came tonight. I love the big storms.

I asked her. Where is the Devil, where is Lilith?  She looked sad and she told me. The Devil had to go to the Purgatory Inn tonight.  Hemingway called him and he told him. Mark Twain and damn Bukowski were raising hell again. Making the Purgatory Inn a mess tonight. Bukowski, he listen to the Devil only. Takes a Devil to know a Devil. I told her. I am glad you are here. I am feeling lonely tonight and I need a good drinking partner and maybe you can share a story with me? Maybe make me smile? She laughed at his words and she told him. You do make me smile. I will tell you a story if you come with me and we dance in the arms of the storms tonight. We can drink till blindness and dance with the Pacific tonight.

I told her. I have no body suit to keep warm and no suicide board with me. I would freeze to death in the waves and the sea would take me forever. She laughed and she gave me a odd smile. She brought me closer and she whispered. I will keep you safe and warm Johnnie. The moon and the sea are great friends. I will show you. The true utopia for the brave and the lucky. I told her. Okay dear Luna, you wish is my comment. Luna held my hand and she told me. Purgatory Inn can wait Johnnie. I won’t allow you to die. In my arms, you are safe.

We drank the Long Island ice teas and Luna told me. Here is your tale. At the Purgatory Inn. Only you damn Poets, Writers, Artist and Musicians need this ghastly place. The women and men never quit talking and drinking. The women are worst than the men. Angry women are more demon than human. they never sleep and they love the Jazz. My favorite lady is Moll Flanders. She lived a life, few had known. She is still a beauty who love to dance, sing and drink. She told me often. Luna, can’t save a world, that don’t want to be saved. Save yourself, find a love-sick poet and make him love you forever. Maybe Johnnie, I can find a love-sick poet who can love me? Life is chaos and foolishness Molly would say. Most people can’t see the good in their life. Even if the good, bite them in their ass. Better to find the sea and people of the sameness. Molly love the card games and I visit her sometimes. She liked the game of poker. No money at the Purgatory Inn. We play for drinks. The loser must watch the other person drink. Molly is a sweetheart. She wants me to find a tropical place, good company and dance with the great storms. You will like her Johnnie.
I asked her. Why did you befriend me? I am no-one and I want little. I love the sea, the songs and the good books. I love people who are interesting and can laugh. She smiled and she told him. You found us Johnnie. You are a dream-walker. You dream-walk into places where few eyes can truly see. You can see us and the Devil loved you. He told me. You accepted alone and you liked it. Most people believe. They need things of value. What do you own Johnnie? Just a pay-off truck and you write the great stories in your dreams. I asked her. What is the Devil real name? Luna told him. The Devil don’t like fake names, he would tell you. Call me, who I am.

We drank till 2 am and we roamed to the Monterey bay. The sea was dancing wild and crazy tonight. We walked away from the lights of the city. I watched Luna slowly stripped to bare skin. The night was chilly. maybe 60 degrees and windy. She was so beautiful. Her tall and long body, a artist wish and a poet dream. She told me. Stripped bare and come to me. I laid my clothing neatly on the sand and I went to her. She wrapped her warm body against me. I felt the heat of her breast against my chest and she whispered. We will slowly dive into the coming waves till we are deep into the sea. Hold me tightly and I will keep you safe and warm. We will find the peak of the storm and we shall dance with her.

It took 1/2 hour to reach the park of the storm Luna wanted. She never released my hand and I was still warm. She brought me near, wrapped her body around me. We became one in body and I learn the wonder and the mystery of the storm. I felt so small and I felt safe in the arms of the sea. Luna kissed me and her eyes were so wonderful and so beautiful. I told her. Thank you dear Luna for allowing me to be with you. She smiled and she whispered. My dancing poet. I love you too and thank you for joining me tonight. The big storms teaches us. Nature, the sea is more than us.

Coyote