white chick

i’m drunk n
i miss u
wish i could
kiss u
so quick
i dismiss u
as dreams
as in lost u
so fast
i forgot u
but lost
it’s not u
i saw when
i bought u
that thing with
the knot u
thought that u
saw thru
but see
i thought too
thought i
could love u
without clothes
could be u
like adam n eve who
were one n
then two
seen u in
leaves u
look good in
skin too
moist pink n
vein blue
the ghost hew
n pale u

i am coyote

i am coyote
in search of his eyes
to complete the circle
of man
to his surroundings
to save our sacred waters
from
destruction
i’ve crossed the road
but sit
to wait for others to follow
the way is long
and i do not know the way
so i must move quickly
the wind speaks
the gulls sail with prayers to
heaven
the crows fly north
in front of me
the robin too, waiting for me on the small
hill from
here i see my people in a straight line
to the water the water
that they hate
you cannot make war with this people
cause they hate all things
even themselves
love only
can strengthen the “broken by strong wind”
love only
can repair the desecration of earths
holy places on
the heart and lungs
we grow
like barnacles
on those places she only needs for
her life
so you have storms cause all you see is
money where the sacred must stand
even now satan
the god of money
deserts you to your hate
so men turn
weapons
of defense on women and children,
our women
and children,
the demons are upon our children
so they reason
to kill each other
the earth that put under cover
those evils and many more
has been cracked
the holy places that breathed in these
poisons, and shielded us in tenderness,
have been trampled so hatred is in our
waters
plagues will follow
blue eyes will cry
i sit at the four roads in search of
my eyes
the daughters of illness
follow
their mother is killed with
nettles by my hand in vengeance
but her daughters
carry me to your cities i need them
for i only see dimly through eyes
i’ve stolen
these are the prayers of coyote
in search of his eyes
i must see
to help the peoples complete the circle
and save the waters
when we all see with one eye
the man the raven
the bear the eagle the coyote
the wolf the salmon
i am last
i am the minor, not the major
my arrow from the creator
the smallest so that i might be all things
to all others
things that need help
i cannot be greater than you, only a
coyote
by the way
looking for his eyes
i see
when you see
all men love me wild
but hate me completely for eating
from their fat hands
without asking
i count them friends and cannot
be away too long
before i
wander in to look in wonder at the
love and hate
they shoot at me but i am sent to
complete the circle
for them
from sky to land to water
even man cannot be
outside those lines i am here in
search of my eyes
you will no longer be blind when i
snatch them back
from your tables of feasting the
father punishes me
but you need me to see
you need to see
or you will have no part in the new
heaven
and
new earth
these are my prayers my hands
stretched in hope under
the sky of trees