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
My lady.. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to be able to look into… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible. The sweet red wine .. It was early fall. The sweet new… Continue reading
My due reward… Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you would leave the damn Army and stay… Continue reading