COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Tell Bison
I was grumpy on the river
yesterland
and then the television left.
wet as a mackerel
and cold as one too,
I've had a hand in building bridges.
I thank whomever is in charge of the wind,
but
there are too many sunsets.
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