COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
I Have My Own Boat
call it a battle.
call it a ship.
the proof we do not have.
a new inspiration to me.
how do you float?
on your back, I bet.
fish find me.
just off the river's neck.
I have my own boat.
and still I drown down.
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