COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
I Miss Performing Poetry More Than Sex
with a pocket full
of vodka,
I can't take you
to Louisville.
this goddamn pandemic
has got to give,
for well or hell,
or I am going to lose it.
but when standing vertically,
funny-ing as a clown with truth,
sitting on sorry's,
leaving only blood smiles.
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