( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt.… Continue reading
The Texas two-step. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so cold. She held her whiskey like an old lover. So tightly. The Austin, Texas… Continue reading
1- dreaming’, Pleading’, Wonderer in’. And he was lost in her. He was curious to hear her voice, hold her close on the dance floor. She was curious too. She wanted to hear… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer. I left Michigan in 1991, and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
The daylight fading. Once the kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne used to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late into… Continue reading
The writing on the wall. Did we love? Did we steal from each other? Did we loan kisses? If we did. I would steal and loan a thousand more kisses from you my… Continue reading
The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once businessman and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he believed… Continue reading
Falling backwards. I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world, and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
Kind people, good song and laughter. I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold my hands.… Continue reading