A whiskey and a glass of water..
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Whiskey
Should of loved you more..
Should of loved you more… He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
The whiskey lullaby..
The whiskey lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes love can break our heart. … Continue reading
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela..
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela… I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghost..
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
Love never befriended me. And a beautiful Samantha Fish song.
Love never befriended me.. I was alone in a Austin, Tavern and young man staring at his shot of whiskey and cold beer. I touched his shoulder and I introduced myself. The man… Continue reading
The violence storm..
The violence storms ————————————————————————————————————– Whiskey didn’t kill me and war befriended me. Wounded heart that blood-out, had nothing left to lose. Pretty Poet told me in Monterey. California sun, last blessing dear soldier.… Continue reading
The whiskey and the beer..
The whiskey and the beer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things and places.” The whiskey and the beer.. A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to each… 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
Remember to forget. Part one.
Remember to forget.. Part one. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me. Pretty Bridgette found me. She held me like a child and she told me. Play stay with me till… Continue reading