Big Sur and Alisa Fineman
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A beautiful song bird of the California coastline try to save me once.
Big Sur and Alisa Fineman
I put two brothers into graves, one in 1988 and one in 1989. They sought death over life. The hangman rope free them. I joined a war to forget their faces and the whiskey would blind me for a while. I was seeking a fast death without anyone knowing. I had nothing left.
The war was too short and I got lucky. I landed on the California coastline at Fort Ord, Ca.
I went to the taverns in Monterey and I drank alone and didn’t want attention. I found people with similar dreams. Desire for the sea, the word and good booze.
We would drink, suicide board, attempt to surf the ocean and I was lucky. The wild California Surfers felt pity for a man with no balance. Gave me a suicide board and told me to keep a safe distance from them.
I suicide the big storms of Winter in 1992 and 1993. Broke a rib and I tested life and death. I started free-climber the fault line. Death didn’t scare me. Life did.
Me and my good Friend Padget. We went at Pfeiffer beach in Big Surf in 1992. Drank two gallons of tequila and chased the poor people off the beach. We told the world to f-off and we were lucky we were not arrested.
We passed out in the back of my truck and we awoke in the morning and went to the River Inn. It was Saturday morning. The River Inn had live music at noon and good people of Big Sur. Just relaxing, drinking and trying to find peace.
A beautiful woman got on stage. Long brown hair, soft brown eyes and a voice of a angel. She had her guitar
and she told us. My name is Alisa Fineman. I’m here to sing songs of love and peace.
She sang for us for one hour I listened to her voice. Her words of love and hope were tearing down wall of self pity and sadness.
I went to her and I thanks her for her music and she stepped off the stage. She touched my face and she told me. “You will be alright honey. Let the bad stuff go.” Her eyes saw the person I was.
I followed her to her concert when I could. One September evening at Big Surf in the early Fall. She was lone performer and I help her unload her gear. I told her I was a Poet.
She laughed at me and she told me. “Kind poet, you are looking better. I’m glad you are seeking a better road.”
She held my hands after she performed and she listen to my story.
She told me. “No easy road for no-one. You need to find a good place. Rest and heal.
You will be alright honey. You got to let the bad stuff go away.”
I had to leave the coastline. I knew I was lucky to find Big Sur and Alisa Fineman.
Alisa Fineman taught me. Can solve more problems with kindness than anger.
I play her old cassettes today and I still wish to drink the good wine at the River Inn. I want hear the voice of the kind angel. Alisa Fineman, who gave the mercy of her friendship and she saved my life.