Around and around, we shall go.
(Around and around we shall go.A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending.) Around and around we shall go. Around and around… Continue reading
Please play with me.
Please play with me. Organized life and boring work left me wishing for you. I know you have the music playing loud and you are dancing in your panties and bra to the… Continue reading
You are my miracle.
You are my miracle. Pale skin, hazel eyes andeloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets in the midnight hours andI told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To… Continue reading
Mercy me. A lovely Duffy song.
Mercy me We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress.
Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered days. Hope dead and buried, my… Continue reading
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue; we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You were so… Continue reading
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
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