The whiskey and the beer.A Poem by Coyote PoetryEasy to hide in the wrong things.
The whiskey and the beer
A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to each other. We found each other hiding in a corner in a dark Austin tavern. We fell together. Not to celebrate life but to celebrate death. She told me. "I was a beauty once and many desire my attention." I kissed her whiskey soaked lips. Told her. " Beauty is one more bloody thing to blind us from the truth." "Now we are ugly with disappointment. It don't matter, beauty isn't what we need now." I ordered a pint of good English lager and a double shot of Jack Daniels. We sit together daily. Two strangers with no place to go. Somehow misery bring two confused people together. Somehow we become one for a time. Trying to rebirth the desire for flesh and life. Even the flesh become less needed with no hope and dreams. I wrap my arms around her in the late night. Trying to give comfort to someone fighting dead and old ghost and pain. I wake up. I release her and make some morning coffee. I pour the coffee into my cup. I add some Jim Beam to give the coffee strength. She awake. Her tire eyes looking at me needing a kind voice and coffee. I pour her a cup of coffee and add some whiskey. I told her. "We will be alright." Coyote 1985 © 2013 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on February 12, 2013Last Updated on February 12, 2013 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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