The disease…
The disease.. (Written in 1988.) Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He whispered… Continue reading
The disease.. (Written in 1988.) Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He whispered… Continue reading
The Violence storm … Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love… We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading