We become, who we suppose to be.

We become, who we suppose to be.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
Chapter one.         

           We become, who we suppose to be.

I befriended a 30-30 once. I cleaned her five-time daily and I drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey. I wrote dead-man poetry and I didn’t seek human contact. I learned to love the quiet. I didn’t know till later in my life. Death didn’t want me. I had things I had to do. The Devil had a sense of humor. He wanted someone to talk to. Damn wars saved me. I sought the good death, the warrior death and I ended-up in Monterey. Death didn’t want me yet and I became the Irish Pub Dark Poet.

I found the Devil at the Irish Pub in Monterey in 1992. I had a fist full of money and I could watch the sea dance in my view. Drink till I became blinded. The Devil sat with me on a half-moon Spring night. He offered me his right hand and he told me. I have been waiting for you. I am the Devil and I need someone with nothing to lose to share some conversation. I took his hand and I told him. I am the Insane Poet and good to meet the Devil finally. He smiled at me with a big grin and large black eyes. He told me. I am unemployed, damn men more spiteful than me. They kill all thing beautiful and they hate each other. Brother killing brother, starvation and wars aplenty. Me, Lilith and Luna, we love the Long Island ice teas and the Monterey bay. We like being near the sea. Monterey is cool. Poets, writers, artist and musicians are here with us. We like the people, who see more than their own misery. The people, who can create. They are the lucky.

Luna and Lilith love the Pacific and the old city. The Devil smiled and he tapped my back. I love the damn poets, the most. You can make the  shit smell pretty, war seem less hellish and women, more godly and angelic. The Purgatory Inn is waiting for you Johnnie. Mark Twain talks about the great sinner and he looked forward to the Coyote drinking with him and playing the game of chess till the world ends.  Bukowski need company too. He told me. He need someone as dirty as him to discuss the shitty world and the woman. Even the unholy ladies writers can’t stand Bukowski. I asked him. Devil, what is left when you need little and all you have is the sea, the damn whiskey? He smiled and he pointed to the sea. He told me. Johnnie, we have the sea, we have beautiful Luna and my Gypsy love Lilith. We have enough.
A beautiful ginger hair woman appeared and the Devil introduced me to her. Johnnie, this is Luna. The goddess of the moon had blessed us with her appearance. I offered my right hand to her. She took my hand and she held my hand tightly and she whispered. Nice to meet the Dark Poet. I appreciate the words you write for me and I am a fan. Do you see me at the Pacific Grove poetry reading? I told her. I do and I cannot find you after I am done reading. I thought you were a mirage. You were so beautiful and you have a smile of gold. Luna smiled and she told the Devil. I told you. He speak like Donne and he lived like Hemingway. I love him so. 

The Devil was the best drinking company. He always paid for the drinks and he could make me laugh. He told me, when you need good company. Me, Luna and Lilith, always at the Irish pub on the pier at midnight. When Luna and Lilith drink enough. They get bare-assed and they dance for the sea at 3 am. God stopped by and he drink the Johnnie Walker, like you. God told us often. Men cannot see anything beautiful and they forgot kindness. They see a great forest, they want to cut her down. They murder cities with children and women in. They love blood more than peace. The free animals will be gone soon, is man insane? God asked us. I am going to Trijillo, Honduras. I will wait for the ending by the Golf of Mexico. Please come and visit me when you can.

Another woman appeared. A woman of great beauty. Wearing a white lace dress, barefoot and coffee brown eyes. The Devil smiled and he introduced her to me. This is beautiful Lilith. She was tall and long. I reached my right hand to her. She took my hand and she turned my hand. Slowly touched the lines on my palm. She smiled and she told me. You have not lived yet Dark Poet. You have more wars, more sin and you will be saved. You will save many too. Life is a wild dance, where we learn love, we will learn misery. Life is a twisted game and you have you father’s backbone. Can’t break men with nothing to lose. One day Johnnie. You will have something to lose. Luna kissed Lilith face and she told us. It is late and we must drink more. Tonight the liar’s moon. The liar’s moon, where the Dark Poets is allowed to whisper love words to the moon, to the night. Make us believe in the foolishness of love. The Devil ordered three fingers of the tequila for the each of us. He raised the first finger of tequila to the sky and he told the night. To us, to new friends and to laughter. We never have enough. We tapped the glasses and we drank the tequila straight. He raised the second finger of tequila and he told Luna and Lilith. To the most beautiful ladies in my world. You are making the last days more beautiful and wonderful. We tapped glasses and we drink the tequila down. He raised the third finger of the tequila and he told us. To Johnnie, new found friend, I hope befriend me and keep me company till the end. We tapped glasses and we laughed.

Was almost two am and the night was warm. The Irish Pub was closing and I watch Lilith and Luna escape into the night. The Devil smiled and he told me. We must follow them. The will make your dead heart be reborn and you will forever love them. They are the muses for the sleeping Gods. If you are lucky. You can join them in their dance with the sea. Maybe your Gypsy heart can be reborn again. No-one wants a sad man. Better to dance, laugh and have good friends near. Bukowski would tell you. Quit crying, start living.

We followed the escaping ladies to  the city of Monterey was far away. I saw clothing neatly laying on the sand. In the distance, Luna and Lilith was dancing with the sea. The half-moon was above them, smiling. The Devil smiled and I heard my name. Luna told me. Dear Dark Poet, come bare and true to us. We will give you reasons to write some words.

Coyote