Last person standing…
Last person standing.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewritten.(This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. —T.S. Eliot) Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy… Continue reading
Last person standing.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewritten.(This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. —T.S. Eliot) Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy… Continue reading
Everything had it’s time… 1- We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.… Continue reading
He laughed at his-self and he watched the beautiful Pacific dance for him. He heard laughter and he saw a group of people. Five dark hair women and three large dark skin men.… Continue reading
I tried to memorized her face.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I tried to memorize her face.. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea. She didn’t like loud people and she… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey… In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
Lets’ drink and dance in the streets of Austin, Texas on New Year eve. Let us find dear New Orleans and fall into her arms. Please run away with me, my love. We… Continue reading