Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
Haunt me.. I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
I was Doc Holiday and you were my Texas gal… “Doc Holliday prayer… I pray I die with a gun in my hand, I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal… Continue reading
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading