Booze And Poetry Poem by Samael Wolf

Which came first?

the booze or the poet?

Would there be poems without pain?

would the sky never weep with rain?

Could Poe have lived without

the pain of love,

could the Marquis have lived

without the love of pain?

You mistake me Madam

for someone else

I am myself

True that I am not 'your' kind

I am honest with myself

born of the presence of mind

to know right from wrong

without some silly psalm song.

I would know how to love you

if there wasnt that indellible

wall of religion that surrounds you.

The one that separates us all.

Let us take our holy sacriments

our birthright

as one another.

drink from the waters of life.

drink from each other.

issue into our lives

a brand new day

when words have no meaning

nothing more to say

when a gaze and a smile

is all thats needed.

I may be a dreamer

but I'm not the only one.