F**k you...

May poetry number one.

F**k you...

Bad a*s and beautiful girl told her Bloody Mary. F**k you all and I ordered three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She looked at me. She asked me. What are doing old man. Trying to drink yourself to death? 

I told her. Just drinking with a friend. He can't be here. He is alone in his grave up-north and I am here. She looked sad and she asked. Can I join you my new friend and my name is Eleanor. I told her. My friend would be honored a pretty lady drank with us and are you alright? She looked sad and she told me. Just a pissed off lady needed a kind friend.

I told her. We need some friends. It is hell, swimming in s**t alone. My name is Johnnie and I ordered three more fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She smiled and she took my hands. She whispered to me. We must remember the good people. I told her. Life can be hell, but we are alive and we try to something good.

I raised my first finger of whiskey and she touched my shot glass. I told the night. To being alive and good friends. We will dance in s**t and learn to accept the smell and thank you Dan for being a friend.

We drank the whiskey and she took my hands. She told me, I was in the f**k you mind, and now I am in the let's cry together mind. Let's talk and maybe find some sort of peace.

I told her, thank you and I kissed both her hands. I raised the second finger of the Johnnie Walker. I told the night, please take care of his beautiful daughters. They have become strong women. He would be so damn proud of them. I saw a tear in her eyes and she whispered. I will pray with you.

I raised the third glass of the Johnnie Walker and I told her. F**k war, f**k the damn wars. Tears fell from my eyes and she held me and she whispered. F**k you war.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[duff]

This is brutal in your face writing. There is no escaping the emotional roller coaster of booze and pain. Not a good recipe but it happens and better to drown your sorrows with a friend. Anger and war. You did a great job of making the reader feel the tone and the anguish. A very enjoyable read Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Duff. I knew the Vietnam veterans. Their eyes. So lonely and sad.

[Chris Shaw]

War causes incredible pain, death and destruction. You lose friends, you lose your mind. Enough to make anyone curse. The whiskey helps numb the pain. The more you drink it, the better the effect. No happiness in drinking alone. Company is better. A problem shared is a problem halved. Eleanor helped you.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Chris. Never good to drink alone.

[keith]

drinking alone is drinking alone, nothing more
i drank alone because i was a stay in the studio drunk
visitors stopped in now and then but i still drank alone
no beer no liquor no more ... diabetes
but i'll roll one in a heartbeat ... DAMN 420 done gone! ok well ... 445 eh?!?!
alcohol is a great pain avoider, its legal and readily available
i miss my fallen brothers in arms
they are the one to be thanked for their service
not me ... i survived!

good read coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for the comment. My friend would tell me. Now you must live for the two of us.

[Aura]

When i read this it sounded as if Eleanor and Johnnie werre drinking themselves to relieve themselves of the anger they've built inside of themselves as a result of the turmoil the world faces. I might have gotten the messahe of the poem wrong, but i guess part of it was because of this song that had to do with Johnnie walker where the singer basically sung about how the liquor " saved" him in a way because it was a way to lighten up and just get away from life for a bit. Going back to your poem though, the words f*** you has an angry meaning with the words which makes it almost like the people are taking out their anger in this poem. April must have done them injustice, May hopefilly does more justice for both of them. This was an interesting read for sure.

[Coyote Poetry]

I lost three friends to the new wars. I had learn my father sadness. He drank alone to friend lost in the Korea and Vietnam war. War is never kind. Steal the best from us. Me and Eleanor find peace in the safety of two people needing a kind voice. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.