The wild and the tamed..
The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear? The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe in… Continue reading
The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear? The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe in… Continue reading
Leftover wine Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading
Payment due A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Payment due The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my… Continue reading
I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I called your name I called your name standing… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn — “Conversation with a Siren” Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading
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… Continue reading
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can… Continue reading
The whore bath A Poem by Coyote Poetry, Written in 1992 Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. The whore bath Large shining teeth, telling me the way to heaven. I will find… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called you beautiful Jenny and I… Continue reading
If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was… Continue reading