COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
butter my bread edge to edge
I put tiger documentaries on mute
in the background while I read.
Where do flood waters come from
and where to they go?
Recede with me into the future,
where we wear the past like bad bad hats.
I just want to be an old man
with a lot of good stories.
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