For sweet Kaitlyn Rose
For sweet Kaitlyn Rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children. Sweet Kaitlyn Piensa Think Ojos claros, serenos. Bright and serene eyes. Si antes supiera. If… Continue reading
For sweet Kaitlyn Rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children. Sweet Kaitlyn Piensa Think Ojos claros, serenos. Bright and serene eyes. Si antes supiera. If… Continue reading
Lilac wine —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint… Continue reading
Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no? I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
The wicked game I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading
If it be, your will ” The flame of love You were the prettiest flower in the garden and I brought you close and I stole a kiss. I told you, dear lover.… Continue reading
We lies, we died and I still wanted you We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “my soldier,… Continue reading
Some days are perfect Wine, dance and the song. The good days need to be long and sweet. The tasty and sweet wines opened the doors to new friendships and possibilities, new… Continue reading
Landscape Forget me not and please remember me always. I remember you. You were my perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert. Your body,… Continue reading