An empty bottle.
An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Sadness
A safe harbor. And an amazing Harry Chapin song.
A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
Pretty Peggy. The last dance.
Pretty Peggy. Once I chased you and all I wanted was a kiss, a dance. I told you often, you were the most beautiful girl in my world. We tried to find love… Continue reading
I should have loved you more. And a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures. And a beautiful song by dear Elle.
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy.
Sweet Peggy. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida’s evenings. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are confused,… Continue reading
Another time, another place. With an amazing song.
Another time, another place. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-three.) We found each other in the darkest bars and we slowed dance and kissed. I adored you and you needed me.… Continue reading
The hanging tree. And a beautiful Rachel Zegler song.
The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
One more day. A soldier prayer. And a powerful song by Helena Cinto.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number seven.) A soldier prayer. 1- Young men go to war, old men return. 2- Can you kill and murder? Can you forget the blood on your… Continue reading
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you… Continue reading