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Coyote Blood

Manifesto A

This is an old and new consciousness of time…our time. The time between first breath and last breath. First thought best thought, until the soul is dead and gone. Get it out there. Send it up. With owl eyes, letting the work speak for itself. ‘Tis not easy to turn life into art, however, certain gone individuals are writing and sharing and painting and smoking and singing and dancing and laughing and doing it in front of an audience or in the closet…living. Once we are asked to feel the sun, with our chapped lips, since 1996 first kiss and smoke, we just need some air and some blood. Yo Quero Vas Sangre! I am hungry for the world to change. We are hungry for the world to change. A bite into the jugular. It comes from love and turns to vengence and then to hatred, but that doesn’t make it rage and it doesn’t mean it is not rage, it may be rage. Who knows? The world is ugly with beautiful people and dying flowers and tasty horses and soon we shall see carpet or concrete from here to Baltimore and from Baltimore on down to Florida. Oh, baby, let us show you the great green bird up in the sky, the hard rain, the change that is gonna come. The river. The blood. Paint the sky, enjoy the regrets, and kiss the love…because one day, bubba, we are all gonna die.

the poem
Coyote Blood

In the very beginning she took the form of a coyote and she left heaven and settled in an acre of woods near the great river.

Always, as the humans sacrificed their wing-clipped virgins she sat down river lapping at the red water.

When, one day a young boy spotted her and as an act of tribute to the tribal elders, and to prove he could hunt like them, he snuck up on her coyote shape and stabbed her through the spine with a bone-handle knife.

There was no blood, and the boy felt no bones and when he turned to run she transformed from her coyote shape back into her godly form with light and thunders.

The boy begged for mercy and she lifted his cowering head and whispered to him into his fragile human ear, she told him that she knew he was there behind that rock and that she knew he was going to kill her all along from the beginning of time.

The boy wiped his tears and asked, in a crackling tongue, how come if she knew this was going to occur then why did she not try to avoid it or stop it altogether.

She looked the boy directly in his human eyes and said, in a godly voice, that this is how it has always happened over and over the time before and the time before that.

She finished by giving the boy A pat on his head And saying he did well Just as he was supposed to do Just like last time.