COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
this is a bunch of bullshit
who shot Frank?
I don't know,
my head's on fire.
And Gwen's at the blackjack table
doubling down on two sevens.
she has the pistol in her purse.
she was a witch for Halloween,
passing out passport photos.
I wish I weren't here.
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