COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Claw Jaw
find a poet's tongue
and lick it,
give it mystery.
veins in vain,
explain the rain,
con control.
this will not be a phase,
you will be hooked,
like the devil.
finger this poem,
find what you want,
between the bullets.
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