Midnight Blues
away from the bars for a while, swilling
cheap wine that allows for trips
down memory lane.
saving money, trying to figure out the bleak future,
a way to make it, somehow, alive out of the whole damn charade.
as cruel mornings dawn, and drinks flow,
the blues come back with an extra
vengeance I haven’t seen in a while.
bitterness returns, I see faults everywhere around me,
on everyone, including myself, and there’s no light
to illumine the crepuscular rooms of life.
even in strip joints I fail to feel at home anymore;
a constant reminder of how things were constantly
looms over my head.
dark rain floods the streets, the emptiness of the world
engulfs me once more; exhausted, trying somehow to disappear.
always remaining still, unable to react.
more drinks are poured and downed. the dry bottles withhold
no real answers.
Late Night Embraces
she held me tight, when we were both high on high octane rotgut
and fortified wine; “I love you” and I couldn’t mutter it back,
my heart resided my throat blocking all words.
going cold turkey and someone else held me tight, refusing me bourbon
and junk (that had momentarily sent me to the Bar); she, too, said “I love you”
and I had no voice to reciprocate.
few years apart, the two long late-night embraces that kept me sane;
one from my whiskey girl, the true love that was taken too soon from the
merciless spike.
the other, I did love, too; she couldn’t take the madness any longer. went
through too much in too short a time, all the bourbon insanity I relish and in which
I feel alive.
too many other embraces came and went; none significant.
temporary escapes from the mist, vain attempts to glimpse at the sun.
more are to come and I know the ending; wordless poems on
yellow napkins, while Wild Turkey and Four Roses water my withering heart.
it’s all right. barflies will always be there, bars will never cease to exist.
home, the corner booth of a dimlit joint
and a broken down angel in whose embrace I’ll lose myself for a night.
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