COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
rock it rocket
make up the lyrics.
Ghosts dance.
Walls shake.
The Earth quakes,
and you are beautiful.
Windstorms.
Moan west.
The days are flying by
faster than ever.
This week’s Wednesday
will soon be called last month.
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