We had the month of May, once. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change. I sat with a kid of 23 at an Austin,… Continue reading
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love to you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading
For the wonderful days of Spring. The days of Spring are here and the kind birds are singing their morning song. I meet the morning sun, and I tell the sky. Thank you… Continue reading
Dead ends. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
The Damns and the foolishA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Austin, Texas bars bring the best and loneliness of people together.” The Damns and the Foolish. The ways and means committee at the local… Continue reading