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Last chance saloon..

Last chance saloon…. I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading →

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The word man..

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading →

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The hills and the Apache..

The hills and the Apache.. I had a bottle of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line. Do some free-climbing and drink till… Continue reading →

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Anything goes..

Anything goes..  She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in.I gave  her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talks and drank for hours.Her blue eyes seem… Continue reading →

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Molly Malone said..

Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words                             Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Malone” I caught the dengue fever in… Continue reading →

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Poetry- Love, passion and meaning..

Poetry-love, passion and meaning.  “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is… Continue reading →

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First words, last words..

First words, last words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars.                          … Continue reading →

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Wanderlust..

Wanderlust —                         Damn those eyes….. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading →

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The golden dust..

The golden Dust…. We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time. I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you? Now our silence whispers of love words… Continue reading →

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No mercy dear Lizzie..

No mercy dear Lizzie… You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward… Continue reading →

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