The word man.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return.
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a book of poetry and wrote on the beaches and the nearby mountains. I met many word men and women. Many musicians and surfers hung with us. We had a lot of beer and liquor. Best days were in Big Surf. Sharing music and the word. Need more word men and women. Good to listen and learn. Leonard Cohen and Dylan are the first word men for me. I found many more when I search into the past. Art, word and music is needed. Utopia was forgotten and lost…
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