citie soundzs

sitting outside
learning the secret pleasure of smoking
cigarettes-

i was cocky before
said i could write poems
easily-

but i guess i kinda
am, people

who walk up my street
are, people

dressed up for a night on the town
dressed in exposed skin and promise

a dog barks
a person practices guitar
a man looks for a parking spot
a worker delivers food
a writer writes a poem
a cat under the stars
a star or planet in the sky

two young men play guitar, cant
hear what they
are
singing or if they
are

a plane
a bird
a night

-the Whisky poem cycle

"Well, I'll tell you a story of whisky, mystics and men. And about the believers and how the whole thing began...And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned. We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands. And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret. Well, we'd have no forgiveness, forgetfulness, faithful remorse. So, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must send away.
We must try to find a new answer instead of a way"
-James Douglas Morrison "Whiskey, Mystics, and Men"