Quinn Ferry Poems
|9.||Moments Like These||7/8/2012|
|11.||Cigarettes And Rum||7/8/2012|
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Cigarettes And Rum
I like to pretend that cigarettes and rum would make me a better writer.
A fighter like Hemingway.
A lover like Ghandi.
You know Poe wrote somewhere dark.
Maybe Saint Peter wrote in the light.
Martin Luther King Jr. behind bars and
Shakespeare into the night.
You can write or type, cigarette in hand and feel like the people need to hear whatever you have to say.
So I'll swear like the Devil in a chair there next to me.
The Devil of hell where the soul of the sinner dwells.
The Devil, trying to write an apology to God but can't, because maybe his nature won't let ...