Misery and the whiskey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hanging with Merle Haggard tonight. September poetry number twenty-two.. Misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find… Continue reading
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched.. You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want to fall into the inferno of your warm … Continue reading
I want to love a bonnie girl.. I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams.. I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading