COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
these are the good ol days
confirming Nietzsche's notion
of eternal recurrence,
I stand among the cognoscenti,
having taken a curious tumble
over the past decade or so,
yet I am back and better,
and I got the Magic on,
just ate an edible,
and now eating these insane
Indian chicken wings!
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