Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

Cold Beer

In the desert two years
Scratch my beard
Dry skin and lice 
Fall to the ground
I have been alone 
Too long

I own nothing
I own everything
I can live in the desert 
Without cable TV
I can live with myself

That is what is important
My teeth ache
My back hurts
But I am old
This is natural

Can I get help?
Of course
Would it extend my life? 
Probably
Do I care to
No.

What would I like?
A thank you 
And a cold beer.

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Laura Breidenthal August 2, 2013 at 9:35 PM The desert is beautiful. Out there where no one's at is where it's at! An amazing place to ponder, I'd say. But then again, I have always lived in the city and craved more desertyness and forestry. Helps you appreciate something to drink. I like that. Awesome one. Always, Laura Stephen Kilmer August 3, 2013 at 1:58 AM I spend two years with a friend wondering around the high sierra's and it was quite a mystical experience for both of us. We really missed cold beer. Kilmer

Karen Anglesey July 28, 2013 at 10:27 PM You must have passed quite the inner strength test to go through all of that and still find solice in a cold beer ...very interesting

Sean L Sanders July 28, 2013 at 1:00 PM NICE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! That taste good.

Cherie Thomas July 27, 2013 at 10:19 AM I need a cold beer right now a Budweiser martini strawberry daquiri:0) or a heiniken.......we all need that escape its put there for that reason so why not...cheers kilmer barbara & Danesh,,,,,lol:0) Stephen Kilmer September 1, 2013 at 1:20 PM Sounds good to me!

Danesh Morgan July 27, 2013 at 2:06 AM Thank you here's your beer. Stephen Kilmer July 27, 2013 at 2:09 AM Thank you may I have another? Stephen Kilmer July 27, 2013 at 2:07 AM Thanks Barbara. A cold beer sounds good! Very lonely in the desert. But what a place to contemplate the mystery of life. Kilmer

Barbara Gorelick July 26, 2013 at 9:47 PM Oh a sad poem but I enjoyed it. All the cold beers you want...BG