Twisted city. Part seven..

Twisted city. Part seven.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

 150 more pages. I will be done. 

Warning
(This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.)

The twisted city. Part seven.

Coyote left a day early. He wanted to visit San Francisco. He looked for a poetry reading  and the poetry wasn’t alive in the city this night. He had great days and nights celebrating life in the ancient city. One of his muses loved the city that never slept. Dear Gail and him came here often to drink, dance by the pier and to adore the wild sea. He decided to go in-land to Berkeley and he found a wonderful book store. He loved Berkeley. Filled with hopeful college students. When he use to write, he came here and the energy of the college kids made him write non-stop. He wanted to write again and his mind had turn cold and empty after the murder of Silent Bobcat. He carried a empty journal now. He left Berkeley and he missed the old city of Seattle. he yearned for the city. Seattle had become the heart of literature and music in the USA. In the Summer, all the poets gathered and they would do free workshops. They called him, the grandfather of the Seattle poets and writers. He was glad the poetry and music was coming alive in the city. He enjoyed the drive to Seattle. He loved the Oregon coastline. The food was so good and the people, so kind. The beauty of Oregon and Washington State had no equal. Coyote had his safe place with Beatrice and she was a wonderful woman. She wrote for a entertainment magazine and she was a publisher/editor. She never asked where he had been or demanded his time. She was a gorgeous woman. Tall, natural built and eyes of ocean blue. She respected his privacy and he respected her privacy. He believed, she wanted and needed this. She knew he respected her and he needed her to pay his bills and control his money. Now he was excited to be going back to her and the city of Seattle. Seattle was a city that offered every desire and pleasure, you want. He liked to sit by the pier and watched the people walking near. In the old days. He would write and play the game of Chess with the kids. He loved the coffee shops and the seafood. Him and Beatrice would go into the city, drink wine and talk nightly. He goes to a coffee shop and he ordered a triple expresso and he watched the pretty tourist. He decided to go into the city. Something was calling him into the red-district of the city. Strip clubs, book stores and women selling anything you wanted. He saw a new place and for some reason. It was calling him into the building. Didn’t advertise strip clubs, just book store and nude women. He went in and he bought $5 on tokens. He looked into the sex booths and he saw Peggy. He told himself. Damn, she left L.A and she found another dead-end. He knew, you can save everyone. She was sitting alone in the small booth, her body barely clothes. He walked in and he asked her, are you busy? Peggy smiled and told him. Please come in and lock the door. A light turned on and Peggy closed the curtains behind her. She ask him. What is your desire? He smiled and he drops a hundred bill into her slot. She smiled and she told him. My name is Peggy from Texas. She stripped her clothing, slow and easy. Shew sat on the bench and she open her legs wide. He looked at her for a moment and she was beautiful in some strange way. He knew you could separate your body/soul from the physical body. He believed, these young women were doing this. For a short time and being prostitutes to survive. They would leave the business, if they can survive. Become wives and mothers.

A lot of them die. Drugs, bad people and wrong decision. He knew, he couldn’t help everyone and he was glad if he could save one life. Peggy asked him. Was she okay? She was caressing her vagina and she asked him. What do you want me to do? He told her, I like to watch. She caressed herself and she asked him. Would you like a private session, if he wanted. He told her no and now she looked like a old woman, her young body already used up and her eyes filled with sadness. She wasn’t the young girl who got on the plane for Texas. He leaned against the wall and she stopped for a second. Like she recognized  him. Then his face fell into the faces of a hundred men who used and abused her. He watched her and he tried to talk to her. She held her breast and her appearance changed from woman to child again. It create a strange feeling. She sat in silence with her slender body in view. Her body of a woman and she was still a child of sixteen. Being a child in our new world, is for the lucky ones and he knew. The world was moving too fast and the young people, want everything and they are willing to accept the risk of losing their soul, their life. He told her. Please Peggy, please stay safe little one and he left her another $100 bill. He felt bad for her, but the odds are not in favor of the young women. The drugs, the sex, the booze and freedom is too powerful needs in the young minds. He felt a heavy sadness for Peggy and he hope Susie was in Michigan. Safe and sound. He felt a emptiness and he wondered. Can you be saved and he told the afternoon. No-one can save you, you must save yourself. He wrote on the first page of the new journal. She was sixteen, lived many lives. Had a hard life and now she had accepted little. He did a silence prayer for her. Please protect Peggy and please lord of life and death. Please allow the children to be children.

He sat on a park bench and he remembered a young woman, he knew her for a long time. A good friend dropped her off at his house. She was the first nymphomaniac he had ever knew. Peggy needed sex day and night and he had to ask for mercy. They were together three months and he adored her wild eyes and energy. She always made him smile and he told Peggy. What do you need? What do you want? She told him, she wanted everything. She had the ambrosia of youth and five years later. She became older and colder. He was her last friend. He remember sitting with her and she told him. Please don’t be sad, I decided my destiny. I don’t blame no-one and I would fuck you now, if I could. Damn I love fucking. She would die a month later. He paid for her funeral and he was the only one, at her funeral. He bought her stone with many doves flying away on it. Simple words were written on the stone. A free-bird lived once. He never try to rate her life. He love fucking too. He gets the HIV test every six months. The fear wasn’t death. He decided like Peggy did. He loved to drink, he loved to dance and he loved the kind women.

He bought a paper and the front page wrote of a rape of a mother and a child. The mother wouldn’t press charges against the man. She was afraid. The child was 10 years old. He felt a angry in his blood and soul. He whispered. “So much to do, so little time to do.” They posted his photo and the newspaper said he was being held in the city prison because he owed for parking tickets. He went to a Bondsman and he told him. The man in prison was like a brother to him. He paid the Bondsman extra money. The Bondsman paid the tickets and the the police department released the rapist. He waiting outside for him and he followed him to the nearest bar. The man went into the bar and he ordered a whiskey and a beer. The man was looking rough, the guards treated badly in the jail. He sat by himself telling the mirror quietly. Fuck those guards and he drank the whiskey. He ordered another whiskey and Coyote went to the man. He told him. You are looking beat-up. Can I buy you a drink? The man looked him over and he saw Coyote paid with a hundred bill. He was unshaven, old jeans and he had cash. The man put out his hand and he told him. My name is Jack. Coyote gave him his hand and he told him. My name, Johnnie be bad. Jack laughed.

Tiffany arrived in Seattle at 1 pm. She went to the jail and she asked to talk to the Captain. The Captain told him. Jack Marshall bond was paid by his brother. Funny part. He told us. He had no family alive. Tiffany ran down all the information, she could and she was lucky. The captain believe her. They went to the Bondsman and he told them. No name was given and he paid a extra $500 for the assistance. Tiffany asked him. How did he look? The Bondsman told her. Just a fifty year old man dressed in a Monterey T-sheet and brown hair. Almost six feet in height and slim. The Captain told him. I will send a artist over for you to assist in create a photo. The Bondsman agreed. Tiffany told the Captain. We have little time.

Coyote