Dead man walking..
Dead man walking.. Once alive man, now the drowning man. He sat alone in quiet apartment with the 30-30 on the table. He learned by two funerals, his life was wasted and he… Continue reading
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Delicate and boundless..
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
Dear Daniela.
Dear Daniela.. Dear Daniela. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading
The cold blooded lover..
The cold blooded lover.. My bad karma led me to you in 1986. You were tire and wore-out and needed a gentle touch and kind smile. I have not forgotten your wanting hazel… Continue reading
Sometimes love is not enough.
Sometime love is not enough.A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometime love isn’t enough. “ Not enough… Kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Years ago. I met Bukowski roaming the California coastline. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and… Continue reading
The sweetest gal..
The sweetest gal.. I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me and drink… Continue reading
Gentle on my mind and a beautiful song by The Band Perry.
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… 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
She was a dancer…
She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading