Falling backwards… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote
Better to know some kind of feeling my Poet friend than to die with whiskey and alone. Old Poet smiled. Brought the beauty near. Kissed her lips and told her. The liar prayer… Continue reading