We had the month of May, once.
We had the month of May, once…. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
A letter from Michigan…
(Johnnie in Germany in 1979.) A letter from Michigan… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade… Continue reading
The night is young and the night is long, my love.
The night is young and the night is long, my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Secret Melody..
Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There is consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
A final November poem written. Do more.
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading
A July memory..
A July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts..
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
Pleasure and the pain..
Pleasure and the pain. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life will teach us many things. Pleasure and the pain… Pleasure and pain, we shall know. A twisted dance we do. You say you love… Continue reading