Almost to California
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
THE ILLUSION, A Ojibwa prayer I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books… Continue reading
Secret love Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice… Continue reading
Rose colored glasses Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness. I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake… Continue reading
Never enough whiskey, she told me Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and a sleeping bag. We drank the tequila… Continue reading
November thoughts Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarettes, Jack Daniels whiskey… Continue reading
The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally. … Continue reading
Trujillo My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I console myself with Honduras rum and I roamed the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in goals of work and… Continue reading