COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
hanging out at a Chevron before the sun comes up in 1996
songs just so happened to be the ones
that caught my attention on MTV,
at public pools, in CD players in my friends’ basements...
I was mostly drawn to the mood—
the feeling that these fun, dangerous times
were letting me hang with them.
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