Your love’s like heroin…
Your love’s like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
Your love’s like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
( Johnnie in Monterey 1992.) Bad to the bones… (Written in 1989 rewritten.) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe cannot forget love. You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading
(Johnnie and his baby girl in 1996) A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a child eyes, we learn what love is. A cradle hymn…. Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea…. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of the… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go…. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote PoetryYears ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and we… Continue reading
The White Cliffs of Dover— My father left my world in 2021 year. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly and he knew the cost, could be. Today my… Continue reading
Just a dance in the cloud’s dear lover… Once I knew wanderlust, I wanted to swim in the seven seas, I wanted to find sacred places in our world, I wanted to dance in… Continue reading
The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading