Killed and killed.
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed. On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and… Continue reading
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Texas bars and Texas women. (Adult reading.)
Texas bars and Texas women. (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading
The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step.. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so cold. She held her whiskey like a old lover. So tightly. The Austin, Texas… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor… I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
When I am done.
When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading
The Jazzy Friday nights.
The Jazzy Friday nights… The jazz is best on Friday night in Austin, Texas. So many people roaming the city and the jazz men are playing their song sweetly and so damn good.… Continue reading
Love is a cruel mistress.
Love is a cruel mistress. You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Bad to the bone.
Bad to the bones.. (My new puppy Sergeant. He is bad to the bones too.) (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading