COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
INNERVISIONS
I have a foothold
in disintegration.
Standing in the pouring rain.
I'll always send you books,
but I won't write in them anymore.
The damned.
I have a song list
always on the ready.
Perhaps I am wrong.
I hate being right,
and that's why I write.
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