Bad to the bone.
Bad to the bones.. (My new puppy Sergeant. He is bad to the bones too.) (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have… Continue reading
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Amazing and powerful poetry.
an anthology of my solitude | Lê Vĩnh Tài [478] Thơ Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm my solitude is an extensive collection of anthologiesand you have wasted your money printing themlet… Continue reading
Highway 80 is calling my name.
Highway 80 is calling my name. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling my name. I’m tire, so damn tired.… Continue reading
Bad to the bone.
Bad to the bone. (Written in 1989) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my heart and… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go.
Purgatory Inn and no place to go… I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Lovers and murderers..
Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
Black laced pen..
Blood laced pen… Fight or flee?love or hate?stay or go?Laugh or cry?I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?My pen does bleed to… Continue reading
Morning glory..
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
January calling..
Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
On a thread of a word..
On the thread of a word.. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading