Unwashed memories..
Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The poison and the whiskey..
The poison and the whiskey… Some mini-poetry… 1- A empty dress alone on the floor and a pretty flower dances nude for the moon and the stars on the patio. She whispered to… Continue reading
Love you more..
Love you more… 1- The moonlight kissed her skin and the stars adored her barefoot and barely cloth body. She danced with the ocean and she sang to the goddess of the sea.… Continue reading
The hanging tree..
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will 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
Liar’s moon..
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must pray for love.” Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him… Continue reading
The dance of love and a amazing Tom Jones song..
Some little poetry for the dance of love.. 1- We danced in San Francisco near the pier and we drank every type beer we could in the house of brewery. I basked in… Continue reading
A letter from Michigan..
( Johnnie in Germany in 1978. ) 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… Continue reading
Love words of a mad man..
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember.
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember… I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle.I drink the whiskey now, I write the… Continue reading