This is the website for the recovery of small time Louisiana poet Henry Stoat. I recently found out about him through my friend Jonny stoat who is a distant relative to him. He owned a journal where he would write these poems. Despite being a prohibition gang member he was apparently pretty sentimental. All of thesse poems are thanks to Jonny love you E>
Across Silver Isles
And on her Sacred Skies
I find myself fully hypnotized
By crashing waves
Im Lost and dazed
Underneath what night hath raised
I watch you close
You watch me back
My love
My life
La Luna
A tempting misstress
You are to me
But oh are you such an enemy
You make me stumble
Tumble
And fall
And still not yet but worst of all!
I find my truths laid out in bare
While warm and comforted in your care
You truly do bring out my worst
As you relieve my eternal thirst
To drink simply one more glass
And know it will not be the last
Smooth tastes
and bitter tones
Echo from brass saxaphones
A sweet song blows
As bottles flow
A stage light softly glows
So come and sit
and take a sip
As we take the night real slow
rain drops falling
creatures crawling
St.Louis sprawling
who is there
mirror face
Your image is
a phony trace
i will one day
leave this place
to join in the
gilded race
there is also a passage here by stoat. "I will be hopping on the next train to st lois i can bare it no longer this swam is eating me alive and im soon to become crocodile food. Ill simply be train hopping i dont have money for a ticket ill just do what ever it takes to get there, ive heard promising things of the locals. Fare well mother i wish you the best。"