The madness train….
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
“For April, poetry month number three..” My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry For April, the poetry month number two… Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she… Continue reading
Secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made me… Continue reading
You are me and I’m you People who see only color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son… Continue reading
Lazy Sundays… Old poet told the young writer, we need more lazy Sundays, less busy Mondays. We need to find the sea, need to find the great lakes, we need to free-climb the… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to me by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
Delia… O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading
Go forward… I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometime we need to stop our life and… Continue reading