The ashtray, the whiskey and the pen.”
Ashtray, the 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 cigarette, Jack Daniels… Continue reading
Ashtray, the 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 cigarette, Jack Daniels… Continue reading
I miss nothing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Taylor Monsen and the Pretty Reckless. Good song. I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were… Continue reading
Lover, lover, lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reason to write. Burning desire Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was… Continue reading
The beautiful journey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo ninjakelleySource:(Thank you Tumblr) The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979. Watching… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading
The altar of a kind love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need a poem for love. The altar of a kind love Starry nights and the warm summer days allowed two lovers… Continue reading
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing. Locked and loaded The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine… Continue reading
My Christmas prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Christmas poem My Christmas prayer Christmas is coming. The bless day of Jesus birth. I pray all people can learn the lessons of… Continue reading
Her beauty has not blinded me A Poem by Coyote Poetry In my time of living. People can get twisted. Her beauty has not blinded me She roamed like an old tom… Continue reading