Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to move, we've been going through our things as most people must, to prepare for the new location, and in doing so, I found two poems, ones I wrote in 1990, now 15-years old, never published, and so I'd like to publish them today. I was a heavy drinker up to 1984 (some twenty years drinking), when I quite, and so these poems must have something to do with it, a slight reflection perhaps. They were never numbered, as I have done in the past to most of my poems, but I assume they would be around #125 and #126, or so, out of #760. I did not have a name for either of them, so I shall name them accordingly?now:
1) Hell's Taverns
Do not die Not now, not yet- Your evil eye will not be blessed
And in hell you'll wake
To wild beast's; thus, Do not die Not yet
Only to wake to a
Icy and burning sweat;
Wait my friend-
Tell me you won't die To Taverns of booze
Only to wake and find
You are dead, dead Laying flat in hell's Taverns!?
#126 1990
2) Ballade of a Recovering Drunk
Peace of mind in a world of hunter and foe- Is not possible That rots like clay-. Wisdom-is writing a book, For Philosopher and God And not reading it?
#125 1990
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