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 soaking part of town?
Goodbye, good luck, your loving son.
Categories:
firewater, depression, drink,
Form: Rhyme
*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 the deep;
Love lost, hoarse voice, greying hairs.
The wind slaps me cold,
Drunk with evil pleasure,
Sweet sorrow envelopes me;
Then it dawns on me,
I’d frittered the forest and harried the sea
With eyes larger than my stomach
While lost in the jungle of ambition.
I have impregnated the sand
and birthed blood;
Now,
Buried in the remnant of the night,
Fame
Is a remote treacherous valley
of thorny roses.
Wandering in the wilderness of civilization,
The stench of my decomposing sins has found me out.
A prisoner in my own skin,
I must hide and run,
And run and hide.
Solace in firewater and ghettos,
Like the hourglass,
I must hit the highway
And journey to nowhere.
In the end,
I can't outrun my shadow.
Categories:
firewater, anxiety, fate, sad,
Form: Free verse
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
And guns in their hands.
They said we were savages
They just didn’t understand
We lived in harmony with nature
Loved and respected our land.
They came to our campfires
Took the Pipe of Peace to smoke
Gave us their worthless treaties
Which they just as casually broke..
They killed us with their weapons
Gave us their strange diseases
Gave our warriors firewater
Behaved just as they pleased,
Then they took the remnants
Of our once proud nations
And herded them to the misery of
The confines of the reservations.
Thinking of the degradation
Of those many wasted years,
Thinking of the shame,
The millions of unshed tears.
Somehow we few survived
Against all the many odds
Perhaps blessed by Manitou
Our life force God of all Gods.
I’m a modern Native American
And we’re regaining our pride
Proud of those once mighty nations
Before the attempted Genocide.
Categories:
firewater, america, history, hope, native
Form: Rhyme
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.
I seek warmth
in my moribund cave
thawing my brain with firewater
waiting for the
alienating glaciers
to thaw.
Categories:
firewater, absence, angst, dark, lonely,
Form: Free verse
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 that beautiful scream;
He’s never less than firewater;
Pure fire water;
Stealing the sound echoing in your head,
Grabbing you
like he’s kissing your hand;
Right before fracturing your jaw again;
All suave with a perfect touch
like the gentleman who knows too much,
and how to dance;
No need for any kind of buzz
He’s already firewater;
Pure firewater;
Baby, just hand him that guitar;
He’ll take you where you want to go
He’s the matchstick, detonate delicately;
He’s never less than firewater,
Pure firewater.
Categories:
firewater, emotions, feelings, muse, music,
Form: Free verse
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 lighten your sorrow
Night time reverie daze ...
fermented guarantee to bury your tomorrow
Burn the rug,
burn the house down
Crawl on the dirty floor,
like a drunken slug
Smoky glass cask doom,
wears a Happy Hour frown
Dance with the devil,
who darkly lives in a corked bottle
Spin the serpentine arrow,
kiss the blackout memory throttle
Burn the rubber,
burn the vehicle upholstery
Kill a few innocents standing by;
watch the flames rise,
as they swallow your sobering cries
Dance with the devil,
drink the icy firewater on a greedy gut drown
Let pure stagger stupor evil
get you careening down
Perdition Road,
listening to the crash of a wailing siren sound
Categories:
firewater, dark, death, imagery, spiritual,
Form: Ballad
The Swan King.
Fine fibre lashes flicker, flutter.
Sailing trance-like on warm reflected glass,
Royal icing sculpture, still Lily-White feathers.
Ripples giggling, Dragon Flies dipping,
Sticklebacks cha-cha clumsily within own shadows.
as pulsing circles steady...peaceful.
Lilac Water-lilies whirl-curl open,
as perfumes whoosh! Midges hypnotic.
Verdant reeds stand stiff, honouring dawn’s yellow-zest ribbons,
as a frozen Butterfly poses for flight.
‘S’ curved, sparkling neck, full-stop onyx pupils,
he glance-glares at a Mallard trio...
olive flecked necks scuba dive in shell-pink wellies,
then line-dance...
’One-two, one web forward,
two-three, one web back.
four-five shake booty!’
Rainbow Trout ker-plop leap in this shrine-still lake,
mountains laminate into silver firewater.
As a billion tiny stars come together enhancing wizard–white plumage
the Swan Queen follows his webbed tracks.
Wisps of twirling mist creep in gentle hush,
lovers serenely drift beneath skies of solar-blue,
on bluish-wine water, saturated in Heaven–leaking light,
a fading fairytale vanishes into Moonlight’s magical veiled silk voile.
Categories:
firewater, beauty, bird, nature, poems,
Form: Free verse
She drank the purifying firewater
(purer than the purest alcohol)
from the fountain where all can drink to the full.
Then she immersed herself.
She emerged with the fire in her eyes
and came close to the beggar in the ditch
and the pope within the palatial estate.
Her words and deeds became the titanium arrows
drawn red-hot from the furnace of his chest.
He had died of that hunger so intense
it produced the bloody sweat
that fell to the ground
and mixed with the dirt of the earth
and covered the surrendering wood.
(The dry wood burns best.)
The fire can’t help itself from burning.
It transforms into itself whatever comes near.
It dries up the dankness of conceit.
She preached the atonement
of both the furnace and the fountain.
She took on the air of the unquenchable flame.
Categories:
firewater, fire, prayer, religion,
Form: Free verse
Doubting the fire in your heart
Firewater to wash the tears
Laughter hides the rain
Witty lines to overshadow the silence and the pain
Missing Doubts, fired from life’s strains
Acting roles, never I me
The Big screen, keeping you all over there
As I play my own role, hardly can I bare
Enveloped in sadness
No letter inside empty walls
Fulfilled now, the dead poet
The comedic tragedy
Hanging up side down
Too tired, I retire
To the society yonder
Categories:
firewater, death, depression, suicide,
Form: Light Verse
Miller Light, Bud light
such a Delight
Fireball, Firewater
never hotter
Jack Daniels, Jim beam
way stronger than you seem
Vodka, Everclear
worst nightmare
Budweiser, Busch
sicker than a dog, who smells his own toosh
Smirinoff and wine
You will be bored and deffinatly fine
Southern comfort, and Coke
thiss really sucks, no joke
Jager Bombs
MMM, Better have a good job (they are expensive)
Crown royal, Royal crown
best Sh^^^ in town
Categories:
firewater, passion
Form: Rhyme
Ice dripping down my scorching neck
Running down my neck
Sliding over my breasts
Circling my belly button
I shiver at the touch
The heat keeps building
I can barely stand it
I can’t stand this heat
Take everything off
Follow the ice
Follow the motions
Cool me down, with your mouth
Sweating against your body
I can feel this fever rising
My legs wrapped around your back
Licking your lips
This heat won’t seem to go away
As I watch the cool water from the oceans edge near
I roll on the sand
Looking upon you
My eyes gleaming from the heat of my insides
Take me right here in the sand
Categories:
firewater, devotion, love, passion, me,
Form: I do not know?
They came to us slowly
in ones and twos at first.
They were men with good hearts
and lived with earth as one;
Lived as we live, one with the four legged,
two legged – all the spirits of our world
They brought many things to trade;
knives of iron, that our women treasure,
Thunder sticks that kill from
further that an arrow can fly.
They brought cloth of bright colors
that our women sew into clothes for us.
They brought sugar and tea to change
our diet of buffalo and berries
Then more came.
They came with bad hearts.
They brought firewater.
Our minds were as dizzy as our steps
and the earth danced before our eyes.
The black robes came and gave us their religion.
Strange since they do not practice his teachings.
They brought the spotted sickness
that kills our people.
They came and killed the buffalo
and left the bodies to rot on the earth.
They came like a swarm of insects,
devouring everything in their path.
They came and took our land
and gave us heartbreak.
The sacred hoop is broken
And I cannot go home…
Copyright 2002
Categories:
firewater, cowboy-western, death, history, life,
Form: Cowboy Poetry