Miss you, need you dear Michele.
Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone dear beautiful Michele. Somehow, I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a… Continue reading
Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone dear beautiful Michele. Somehow, I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a… Continue reading
The dream surfer. In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading
You get, what you deserve… We steal, we borrow, we loan and we want more, we want less. Pretty feet, soft and tender legs I kissed softly and I looked in her eyes.… Continue reading
Once upon a time. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
She was a cruel one. Love left me empty and alone. I had accepted the circumstances with ease. Jack Daniel and Black velvet kept me safe and in the shadows of the Austin… Continue reading
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
The ankle bracelet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Simple items can take us to good times and days. The ankle bracelet. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn. Conversation with a Siren. Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn never closes and always entertaining. Tonight, I… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two… Continue reading