COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
imprimis
the fear-based political climate
is at odds with the inherent unknowns of artmaking,
and I am in the gray trenches,
my only weapon being words
written from self-aware, idiot fingers,
my only ammo being love
and the pursuit of patience.
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