Cadeaux #12

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in a broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – “Wow! What a ride!”

– Hunter S. Thompson 



XXI. For Ernest Hemingway

I found the brandy bottle

tried to listen to the dark

it had called on me

& echoes were too loud

we each took a few

maybe two diving

& two in the bottle

& a vast glow spread over

death I had sneered at 

aboard in my own element 

peace had died on me 

& I hoped nobody knew




Johnny Winter – Mean Town Blues (1970)


Peter Bies © 2013



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