The damn lonely night and the bottle.
“Maybe our last friend is the whiskey? Maybe Ernest Hemingway last thoughts? I should of drank more and fought less wars. Maybe I should love, for real. Fucking night is the loneliness time.… Continue reading
“Maybe our last friend is the whiskey? Maybe Ernest Hemingway last thoughts? I should of drank more and fought less wars. Maybe I should love, for real. Fucking night is the loneliness time.… Continue reading
Where is my Gypsy wife tonight? 1- Pretty Bridgette danced alone by the sea and I told the night. You can’t control the sea and you cannot control love. 2- I told her,… Continue reading
Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Leonard Cohen night. … Continue reading
If it be your will Once I sought death kiss, a loaded 30-30 rifle and Johnnie Walker prayers, was my sanctuary of a hellish ending. I locked the door, I played the Jim… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
My wild Maria, my dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
The skin, the gin and the sin city.. Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she… Continue reading
Love had no pride.. Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, a ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel. She was once,… Continue reading