The sin, the gin and the skin
The sin, the gin and skin
We were the Tuesday night poets,
we shared words with the writers and the poets,
we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at Pacific Grove.
You and I,
we called ourselves the sin, the gin and the skin poets.
We sang our words out-loud about love-lost and love-gained.
You were a beauty with the Alaska Winter heart and
I was the dead man walking.
You told me often.
Johnnie, thank you for the gin, the sin and you.
You never tell me stories and hold me tightly when I am lonely,
accepting me, ugly face and all.
I told her.
“Some folks love “Love”.
Some folks love the gin and
some folks love the sin.
Barren heart accept less,
just waiting for a wish and a miracle.”
She smiled and she brought me closer. She whispered.
Maybe too late for love, maybe time for friendship my love.
Midnight moon on a cliff, of Pacific Grove,
two people making wishes to the rising stars.
Dancing Coyote
Absolutely beautiful and powerful especially in the last few lines. So much raw honesty and passion throughout your words that stays with the reader for a long time. Excellent piece with so much evocative beauty in it. It is amazing.
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Thank you dear Lucy. I appreciate the comment. Be careful and be safe my friend. I wrote poetry in 1976-1981. It is amazing how we change. One day, I will put out. I read the old journals and I know. We must seek happiness, not sadness.
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Anytime. 🙂
And yes, I agree. Happiness is what we should ultimately seek in life. Stay safe and healthy as well.
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