Old Crow Can’t Cure Everything by John Patrick Robbins

Old Crow Can’t Cure Everything

Words had slowed for the moment and I was on a hell of a binge.

Maybe the page and me were going through a separation.
Some thought I was losing steam others thought I was just losing my mind.

They were wrong on both counts.

Everyone who truly understood me knew my mind had long since left me with a bad liver and some well placed scars.

I just didn’t write cause it wasn’t a sport.

I had friends whom had work out every week and I didn’t blame them.

But I took my time I waited and always hit the mark.

Maybe it was total shit but it was well crafted shit none the less.
I simply wrote that’s all I ever did.

I had little use for people and preferred my isolation to shared insanity.
I hated crowds, kids, and chaos.

Some said it was because I lacked love.
I preferred sex instead.

I was honest and that either repulsed most or drew them to me.

I wasn’t a in crowd type yet I held my own.
I laughed often shared drinks with those whom would never read my words.

I preferred their company to others whom couldn’t wait for you to leave the table to simply rip into whomever was away from it.

I broke my bones they healed with time.
I broke my heart I pored in bourbon to replace the love I lost.

Whiskey lifted my spirits and soothed the madness.

Old crow kept me company a bottle a silent companion on the table beside my recliner.

The wolf’s were always at the door and I ignored them as usual.
You can find a fix for most everything in life.

Whiskey cleansed my wounds but never erased the scars.

Old crow flew beside me it was a way to mend the fence for now.
A friend and vice all in one.

It’s a companion for now but the old crow as good as it is
can’t cure everything.

John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet professional smart ass and fulltime drinker who's work can be read in inbetween Hangovers , Your One Phone Call. And most everywhere on the net and a few bathroom walls as well.
John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet professional smart ass and fulltime drinker who’s work can be read in inbetween Hangovers , Your One Phone Call. And most everywhere on the net and a few bathroom walls as well.

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