Ribbons and bows.
Ribbons and bows. Once I plunged into work and making money.I was led by the natural order of life.Working till one day I was truly alone. Ribbons and bows in a beautiful girl… Continue reading
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The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train. I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Cherry wine and a lovely Hope winter song.
Cherry wine. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing.Today my folly, today my… Continue reading
My father’s war.
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
Ecstasy.
Ecstasy. My love, I have found you. I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips. Your brightness and sadness I need to know. I want us nude, heart and mind… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight goodbye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I painted… Continue reading
Something shouldn’t be beheld or touched. And a lovely Mahafsoun dancing.
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched. You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace.I want to fall into the inferno of your warm kisses… Continue reading
Love words of a mad man.
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
The darkest days.
The darkest days (Johnnie returned to Big Sur, older and grayer.) Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big… Continue reading
My secret love. And a beautiful Doris Day song.
Secret loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love. You bare your words, exposing secret places and thoughts.… Continue reading