Ambrosia of the kiss and the touch
(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch We had pretty places, ancient city and the… Continue reading
(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch We had pretty places, ancient city and the… Continue reading
Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading
I am going to California I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and… Continue reading
The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading
1992, Monterey 2018, Monterey The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People… Continue reading
In love with a Bonnie girl The soldier drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey in a Austin, Texas tavern. He had came here every Friday for three months to talk to a Scottish… Continue reading
The intoxicating kiss The wine, the songs and the foolishness. These three temptations make me shred my wisdom and my logic. Her intoxication kiss made me know great madness and I needed… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
Happy or sad? Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight? He looked at her pretty face and he whispered. The sea is kind, always… Continue reading