Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Drinking with Saints. By Bill Gainer

Half a quart of bourbon
or whatever they call it
these days.
I can do it in a night
still be comfortable
with who I am.

Maybe lie
a little bit.
Maybe not.
It’s my time.
I never asked
anybody
to talk.

There are secrets
to tell.
How much ugly
we got.
A lot.

What else are they
going to take?
Sooner or later –

it all.
Tonight
I’m drinking
fuck it.

You want to talk
get loud.
Otherwise, kiss the saints
ask them
him or her
to forgive the interruption.

Me – leave me 
to the bourbon.






Bill Gainer is a storyteller, a humorist, an award winning poet, and a maker of mysterious things. He earned his BA from St. Mary’s College and his MPA from the University of San Francisco. He is the publisher of the PEN Award winning R. L. Crow Publications and is the ongoing host of Red Alice’s Poetry Emporium (Sacramento, CA). Gainer is internationally published and known across the country for giving legendary fun filled performances. His latest book is The Mysterious Book of old Man Poems. Visit him in his books, at his personal appearances, or at his website: billgainer.com. 

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