All my friend had settle down..
All my friends had settle down… ( All my friends had got fat and fear their wives. Needing a friend to raise more cane.) A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking… Continue reading
Tag Archive: drinking
Never trust a man or women, who doesn’t drink..
I was a soldier once and I painted my face to the face of war. Now I attempt to forget the damn wars with the good drink, the kind women and the ancient… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
Two out of three ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading
The drinking song. I stand with Ukraine.
Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in Southern California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
Drink before the war..
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’. Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst… Continue reading
In hell, I will be in good company.
In hell, I will be in good company.. In is 2.18 in the afternoon and I am dancing with The Death South. It is a cold ugly Winter day in Michigan and I… Continue reading
Hell-bend highway..
My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer dreams. Paradise blinded by dreams seenat the bottom of a empty… Continue reading
Spin the bottle..
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.” Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
Broken man prayer..
Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.” … Continue reading
Rebirth..
( Corporal Johnnie in 1992. Station at Fort Ord, California.) Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change? Rebirth… Old Johnnie drinking… Continue reading