Dear April.
Dear April. The April sun is in my eyes and I ain’t blue no-more. My tears have stopped and the open wound is bleeding less. I am bleeding Scottish whiskey, wandering into dead… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Texas gal
Lovers and losers.
Lovers and losers A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love comes at the wrong time. Someone must lose. Lovers and losers. She told me. I will cry for you, I would die for… Continue reading
I was Doc Holliday and you were my Texas gal.
I was Doc Holiday and you were my Texas gal. “Doc Holliday prayer. I pray I die with a gun in my hand; I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal… Continue reading
The Texas Jazz, I do need. Dear Jenny.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
You get what you deserve.
Deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be forgiven… Continue reading
My Texas rose.
My Texas rose. The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading
Amie do; Amie does.
Amie do, Amie does.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be fearless and touch dreams. Amie do; Amie does. Beautiful as the… Continue reading
Midnight invitation.
“Midnight Invitation”, 2016, Artwork by Yuriy Ku Drop Midnight invitation. The night was long and the song was very good. Downtown Austin was alive and well. 5,000 people gathered together to celebrate the… Continue reading
One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar. And mighty George Thorogood music.
One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar. Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I knew. I ordered one whiskey, one beer and a Cuban… Continue reading
Kind people, good song and laughter.
Kind people, good song and laughter. I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold my hands.… Continue reading