Sacrificial meal…
Sacrificial meal.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl and she gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading
Sacrificial meal.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl and she gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading
Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad… I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking the long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave… Continue reading
Love is love.. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
Toxic Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she need the… Continue reading
Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
Misery and the whiskey… I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading