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coyote May 2015
doubling the dosage
of anxiety medication
that isn't prescribed to me:
but it doesn't bother me
because it should be.
coyote May 2015
i'm putting together a mixtape,
a lot like the ones you used to make for me.
and i'm working hard, choosing all the right songs:
ones that encompass our history, your leaving,
and every bitter thing we've been through.
as if it'll make a difference.
as if it'll bring you back.
as if i want you back
in the first place.
poems written to the tune of whiny punk songs
coyote May 2015
it's true:
love never dies.
it's just easily lost
like a set of car keys
or a child in a supermarket.
to the keeper of lost things:
return my love to me.
coyote May 2015
his sadness is like
a storm, and it's
tornado season
here in texas.
coyote May 2015
break me in
like a new
pair of shoes;
i might give
you blisters,
but only for
the first mile
or two.

and sometimes i
forget my mouth
is meant for making
words, and when i
drink i can get mean.
but i come with a
money back guarantee:
it's all right there in the
warranty.
coyote May 2015
scribble something
significant on a bar
room napkin; write
"i was here" on a
bathroom stall

just to let some passing
stranger know you were
there, and you were
sentient, and sensitive,
alive and suffering, and
you mattered.
coyote Apr 2015
put me in the
***** seat
of your bike:
i wanna
feel you
in my arms
and between
my thighs.
drunk poems
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