I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2026
Hold on tightly baby.
Hold on tightly baby. You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
Steal a kiss.
Steal a kiss. I would, I should. If I could, I shall. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you. You… Continue reading
Almost love in California
(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992) Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted… Continue reading
My January song.
The January song. I told the Winter sky; I am in the January of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I slowly built my mini-rock garden of… Continue reading
The waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream.
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote Poetry My dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
Everything had it’s time.
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
The prettiest girl in my world.
The prettiest girl in my world. Dear Julie, my sweetest love. I shall find you and we will wander to the lakes, we will wander to the West Virginia mountains. I want your… Continue reading