We must slow down my darling…
We must slow down my darling…
Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal.
“Nothing is lost,
nothing is gain,
we will back step,
we will fall forward
and we will get up.
This is all we can do.”
A pretty Texas gal sat with him with the saddest eyes in Texas and
she whispered. Johnnie seeking love in the Long Island ice teas again
and writing dead man poetry. He turned and he faced her.
He told her. Ellen, my Texas rose. Where you been hiding?
She laughed and she told him. Like you, writing shit and drinking more.
Johnnie, we love skin and whiskey. We hate love and we like being alone.
How many times have I found you praying for nothing, wanting nothing and relearn.
Broken people seek little,
we are naked souls with nothing left to give and
we speak of love and hate in the same sentence.
He reached over to her. He kissed her once and he kissed her again.
He whispered I miss you my beautiful Ellen.
She took his hands and she studied them. Rough hands, Army hands and
she kissed them. She looked at him and she asked him.
Are you seeking death, are you seeking life Johnnie?
He told the bartender, two triple shots of the Jack Daniel and the coldest beers please.
Ellen looked hard at him and she asked him?
Time for us to get dirty,
time for us to swim in the mud.
Do you want this?
He kissed her face, he kissed her neck and he kissed her warm mouth.
He asked her. Where are we going? What do we want?
She told him. I need company, I don’t need pity.
I want someone to dance with me,
sleep with me and drink coffee with me at 6am.
I want someone like you.
You have seen the worst of men and you are still standing.
I am standing too my darling.
Let’s slow down dear Johnnie.
I could use some kindness.
He smiled. Could I make you smile?
She smiled and she whispered. Only you can.
They drank the whiskey and they left the tavern together.
The Lady bartender smiled and she hope her two friends.
Could find some peace.
Dancing Coyote