She wanted Paris and I wanted her. The train ride.
The train ride to Paris We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left Stuttgart at 8 am.She worn a silk blue blouse and a knee-high skirt. Her full breasts shown… Continue reading
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She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Chapter one.
Paris in 1976 She wanted Paris and I wanted her A Chapter by Coyote Poetry (Part one. I hope you enjoy.) WarningThis Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.) I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how you… Continue reading
The payment is due.
The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
The missing pieces.
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) … Continue reading
Just meat and tales of kisses.
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was… Continue reading
Change.
Change. I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin, Texas tavern.Consumed with anger and disappointment.He told me. I’m dead. Killed off all friends and love is dead and buried. I ordered him and… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel.
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry (I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
Love had taught me madness.
Love had taught me madness. 1- Break me. Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life… Continue reading
The word, love. Just another four-letter word.
The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free… Continue reading