A Pair of Drinking Poems

Drink to the Night
10/3/2010

Not a drink all week
So I’ll drink to the night
Think of her so sweet
And of me, she might?

Sit here till my brain sleeps
Drink till my liver fails
But thinking of Bo Peep
Will keep me from counting sheep.

An Irishman's Love Song
10/5/2010

1 Guinness, 2 Guinness, 3 Guinness, 4,
2 Baily’s on the rocks and a Guinness more,
Feeling a bit Irish as I try to sleep,
Drink anymore and feel how the Irish weep.

Because She Likes It

9/17/2010

It's in the sparkle of her eyes,
How i need her pretty smiles,
More than the strands of her hair,
I can't count how much I care,
And it's a blessing from above,
What we share in this Love.

Chase That Unicorn Buddy...

Chase that Unicorn Buddy….
2/3/10

I’m tired of waiting,
Is it her time or mine, she is taking?
I’m ready, with feelings on the line….

Once again I’m waiting
Waiting at a bar

She could have called
…. but she didn’t
And I still like her
Funny what it isn’t.

Candles and a dim bulb light the room,
Half empty bottle of Turkey stares to my right,
I sit squinting at this soft screen empty of words,
Try to write about her not being here….
My thoughts bounce from the bourbon,
Then to the page, blank with my rage.

For It's My Dreams You Walk On...Tread Softly

For It’s My Dreams You Walk On…Tread Softly
5/24/2010

There is a pain inside me,
Is your heart better off free?
Why do you worry me?

All I ask is a little precedence…
I don’t need all your focus,
Just don’t use this hocus pocus!

God damnit where are you?
I wait and I wait
It makes me want to hate!

I hate this feeling of weakness
You talk of feeling this deepness,
You don’t know…understand.

Morning Heat (Easter 2003)

Easter 2003
2/10/09
Mornings shadows have risen to the walls
And the bed and carpet and dresser. They
Dance wildly with the morning light
Analogous with the passion filling the room.

Leaving the room for breakfast
Sweaty, naked from head to toe.
Outside on the porch eating
Watching the horses move slowly in the heat.

The smell of honey suckles
Almost too sweet.
Her curves shimmering
In the summer’s morning heat.

The Native

June 1, 2008

The Native

Skin around his left eye seeming to melt into the socket,
Like roots around a sink hole grasping for the earth,
His long body moving slowly in the gray leather recliner,
Sweaty navy blue t-shirt clinging, loose on his wrinkled skin.
Stringy gray hair against permanently burnt red, cracked skin creases,
Dangly, skanky gold earring stringing from his loose left lobe,
He stands; walking toward me his eye begins to bleed.

His strong long arms grip my shoulders,
Paralyzed, my feet glued to the tile, my voice shakes,
What the fuck are you doing? Well fucking do it.

Shadows of strange Indians dance
Around my room in darkness.
Fear surrounds my body
As sweat rolls over moist skin, I am awake.

Mountain Tears

Mountain Tears
6/10/2010

As dewdrops drip like tears from the ferns,
Down from high, to the flesh of my ears,
I walk alone along this Smokey Mountain road.
Fireflys flicker and flash in the mist,
And cliff sides flaunt flourishing greenery.

I think of her thick sandy brown hair,
And why it is I wish she were here,
Her eyes matching the dewdrops,
Dripping against the lush green cliff side,
I see it all as her beauty in disguise.

Bitch!

Bitch
6-6-2006

Found this and some other shitty poems in an old journal, I felt particularly partial to this one and thought I’d give it a chance to grow.

What is wrong?
Why can’t you stay?
I could see life so faraway,
You were there in the place of all this gray,
I can’t see it anymore,
I don’t know where or what or when,
All I see is a dark cloud,
The future is thunder so loud.

I saw the way you held our baby,
The place we lived and how you saved me,
I worked hard all day,
Happy to keep sadness away,
The place I used to see,
You couldn’t help it,
You loved me.

But what hurts just as bad,
Not seeing when we would be glad,
But knowing now,
You can’t feel how,
You don’t remember when you said,
You loved me more,
Apparently just a story, a tale, a bore,
The way my heart is broken and yours is dead,
I can’t get you out of my head.

I can’t stop remembering the way it used to be,
WHEN YOU LOVED ME!

Squeeze Softly

Squeeze Softly
5/24/2010

Don’t you break my heart,
I’m not ready for that part,
With all the things you said,
And all of this you read,
Please don’t break my heart.
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This is my last stand,
You hold it all in your hands,
Little as they may be,
You have all of me.
Please don’t break my heart.

The Wait

May 16, 2010

In her bed or maybe in my head

We lay on our sides facing each other

Peering into her eyes as she looks into mine

Thoughts run rampantly ‘round the subject

What if Love came before Like?

Wants and Needs from me

3/8/10

The way she wants to be with me

She shows it with touch and talk.

She asks me to go with her

And then she fucking walks.

She didn’t really want me

The way she acted so often.

She wanted me to want her.

And that’s what happened.

And now I feel some hatred,

Yet I too feel some love.

I say I won’t do it again

But when she asks,

I’ll say, “sure when?”

Tease

Tease

3/8/10

Does she want me to lye awake, seeing

Her image on the backside of my lids?

She says she will come with me

Leads me to believe in that which Hurts.

Not love, not emotional investment.

Wants and needs that run rampant

in a lonely man.

She doesn’t come, she doesn’t stay

She goes to another place to lay.

With other people for which I should not care.

What she does by getting my attention

And then leaving as if she didn’t…