My last stand will be in New York city..
My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.I will sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.I will sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come… Continue reading
A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good. A good day to be alive my friend.. (Can you… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading
The disease.. (Written in 1988.) Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He whispered… Continue reading
The Violence storm … Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love… We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading