Isn’t no fucking good wars.
(Johnnie at Fort Ord, California. 1992.) Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance… Continue reading
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Almost love. And the amazing Peterson song.
Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading
The ankle bracelet.
The ankle bracelet. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on mountain tops and worshiped the hawk and the eagle.I have been in the arms of the great sea.… Continue reading
Run with the wind, dance with the sea.
Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at me.Don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls,I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the walk… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness. Remembering Hayden Panettiere.
(I watched dear Hayden Panettiere grow up. Broke my heart, her death. This is an old poem. Once I was in a hurry and did not listen. Two brothers committed suicide. One in… Continue reading
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation.
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old men are like… Continue reading
The masquerade.
The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. And a lovely Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
The Coyote song, lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading