COYOTE BLOOD
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A Middle Finger to the Moon on a Monday Noon
Led by my spirit
Away from the wound…
No saints on Saturdays
So I wait for something…
I sit in the park, hit the vape,
meet a new lover…
Can’t finish this book,
Can’t finish this puzzle.
My aspect maybe dim,
But I want my two years back!
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