You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue; we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You were so… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for… Continue reading
Hold on tightly baby.
Hold on tightly baby. You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream.
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote Poetry My dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
Fabiola.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Open the door, my dear lover.
Open the door, my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern; I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Love is, just another four-letter word.
Love is, just another four-letter word. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word. She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the… Continue reading
No cure for love.
No cure for Love. (Sometime looking back in time. Bring back the bad times. As time pass.The bad times seem not so bad.) In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried to forget a… Continue reading
The sea.
Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They do not sit with him, play… Continue reading