The whiskey and the beer.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Easy to hide in the wrong things and places.
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 added 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 added some whiskey. I told her. “We will be alright.”