COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
don't ask me to read fucking poetry
here's a poem
about how I don't want to read poetry out of context
at a goddamn super market
in the afternoon, ya bloody weirdo.
it's like asking a standup comic
to tell you a joke,
while he is watching GoodFellas,
or some such shit.
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