COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Entertained on Avenue A
my spirit's timeline
is done
feeling like a twisted
psycho.
even machines
can't match
a soundtrack
or a smell
to these bad dreams
from before.
stolen
in a bodega,
by a cat
and returned
to a burger joint
behind a mic.
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