Firewater Poems - Poems about Firewater

...Since I left home in Memphis, Tennessee, and landed on my face. I woke up in this place, and saw fishes swimming next to me.  I found firewater, never the sun. Is this any way to drown, in the......

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...How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your......

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...Sadness was silly when I was twenty-three Masked with a drink whenever it bothered me When my head hits the pillow, it won’t leave me be   Curious what keeps it alive inside me A lifetime of f......

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...*On The Run* Hunted by my past, trailed by my shadow, Intoxicated by elixir of youth, I climb the ìrókò beyond the leaves. Wail of woes, dehydrated dreams Crushed in the battlefield of th......

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...Once upon a time in the land of the Hobbits, Fili was annoyed. He wanted excitement. He was the youngest of the twelve dwarves, Dressed in a blue cloak and sporting a yellow beard, He entered i......

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...I’m a modern Native American Recalling with pride Our mighty Indian Nations Before the attempted Genocide. The tide of invaders that Washed across these lands With conquest in their hearts An......

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...The earth is cold distant fires burn-- icy arrows pierce my sullen body and the emptiness becomes unbearable. Without her the wind is my enemy and the glowering sky suggests her absence.......

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...I was six When safety died. My father Home from war Would drink whiskey Straight from the bottle. Veins full of firewater, Filled and spilled, Fighting off his pain. My mother locked......

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...All top hats and class, like the gentleman who knows how to throw you against a wall; Words so cordial but hand him a guitar and everything comes unhinged; Leaving you hallucinating on tha......

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...Well, it all started when Jim Beam bet Jack Daniels that Captain Morgan couldn't go out and get himself some Wild Turkey. Old Fashioned, like Old Granddad, Captain Morgan like some of you, re......

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... Zotëri Count Dracula is a terrible, Transylvanian host Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down pâté: Fermented, sour liver compost I know, because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino ......

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... The beer gardens of hatred are in full bloom Fermented flowers of genetic flaw fanaticism ......

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... In one ghost whisper of a town, the mourning sunset had bloodshot eyes A tombstone place that was long shadow past it’s boomtown prime Withering eureka hope fills the short cu......

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... Burn the rug, burn the house down Swing on the chandelier, like a monkey thug Wobble around the room, like a drunken clown Dance with the devil, go let his liquid fire ways lighte......

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... Zotëri Count Dracula is a terrible, Transylvanian host Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down fermented, sour liver compost I know because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino sa......

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