Dear beautiful Duffy and some mini-poetry.


Mercy..

1- She was so fine, she was so sweet.

Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance.

I told her, yes ma.

She took my hands and we went to the dance floor.

Her body near and Willie Nelson singing sweet.

We Texas-steps and she told me.

I like asking the soldiers to dance.

The soldiers, always polite and kind.

I looked in her brown eyes and I told her.

Thank you for the mercy of your kindness.

2- Once I met Bukowski when I was roaming Highway one.

I was drinking in every tavern from San Francisco to San Diego.

He was cool to me and he told me.

I like you Johnnie.

Your hands are hard from working.

Never trust anyone with soft hands.

They had lived a sissy life and drink the girly cocktails.

Men and women, who drink the beer and the whiskey.

They have no reasons to lie.

3- I have always loved the Gothic girls.

They told me the truth and they love my honesty.

I love the darkness in their voices and 

no fear of being different.

In their dresses of black and serious eyes.

I could see everything I needed.

They called me the dark poet and

they loved my poetry and they accepted me.

Because I wanted nothing.

The Gothic girls taught me the song of the sea and

the whiskey kisses, we cannot forget.

Coyote

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