The drinking song…
The drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
The drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading
If you go away on a Summer day… 1- Once we loved the Wisconsin wild river,and we sought quiet places to hold hands and I would steal kisses.We adored the torrent water and… Continue reading
A New York city night… Was a New York city dark winter night.The cold of Winter made the strangers gathered in the taverns.I sat alone at the bar, writing into my journal.A pretty… Continue reading
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I… Continue reading
California dreaming.. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope. To… Continue reading