F*****g crazy...

April poetry number seven...

                        F*****g crazy...

One---  I loved the saddest women in the taverns.

They have nothing to lose or gain.

The angry ladies make me smile and they love me.

They knew, we were soulmates on the highway to hell.

Sin, gin and jazz bring the defeated together.

I remember a gal name Jen. She wanted nothing and she wanted everything.

Her beautiful brown eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

I told her. We are f*****g crazy. Drinking and dancing too close to each other with the jazz.

We are seeking beautiful in the ugly world.

Jen smiled and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. We, who are low, low down in the s**t.

We learn to accept less and I do like your face. Filled with the need of sin, more gin and you love the jazz.

two---  Naked we are and we never show our real face.

Once we believed in love. Now we believe in the gin.

I asked you to escape with me. Let's run away to anywhere, but here.

You would smile and you would tell me.

You are f*****g crazy. You believe we can escape, who we are.

We cannot Dark Poet. Our minds are sick, our blood is forty proof.

We love the sin, we love the sex and we are safe in the Jazz clubs.

I do like when you want to take me anywhere. Maybe one day?

I kissed her and I whispered to her. We are f*****g crazy. We will die alone.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.