Daily Archive: August 3, 2019

“Last person standing”

(Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.)   Last person standing   I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading

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Have mercy

Have mercy   Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all… Continue reading

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Wild horses

Wild horses   We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle… Continue reading

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The Bacchus prayer

The Bacchus prayer   She whispered, come hither, come near. The setting moon is watching us learn the Bacchus prayer.   “Chainless souls, love the maddest nights. Those who drink and they know… Continue reading

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