COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
100 Pancakes
I used to not be able
to imagine the future.
Now I can, but
I can't imagine the past.
I got plenty of shoes
and plenty of blues.
But I wish I could be
someone else sometimes.
I think I am due
for a shitty tattoo.
I wish I were horny,
but I am not.
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