Originally posted on Raw Earth Ink:
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking…
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often, love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California wasn’t enough, I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told… Continue reading
Rage and pain, illusion and deceit. Love born than died. —- Slender shoulders kissed. The nakedly dance, the midnight hour splendor —— Captured, unrestrained, taunts and torment. Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote