Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime little is better than none. Rear-end of a so-call love. She poured the tequila andshe told me I’m the only one. I whispered..To the… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle…. Old man sitting alone.Told me. “Damn if you do, damn if… Continue reading
Without music. What would we be? Please listen to dear Susanne and go to her site. She is amazing.
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMusic allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music…. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost,not to extinguished … Continue reading
Vinegar and the sweet wine…. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting… Continue reading