Tag Archive: John Castellenas

The Chelsea hotel….

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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Bad love…

 Bad love I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading

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La petite mort

She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her.… Continue reading

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Oh, my lover…

Oh, my lover… Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island iced tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading

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Words of an insane man…

 Break me… Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life  can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading

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Mystical places…

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry  First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                 Mystical places… Many… Continue reading

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Don’t ask for less…

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry  In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                  Don’t ask for less… Echos of memories and voices… Continue reading

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The dance of the Gypsies…

The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                                The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading

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The lady in the black dress..

The lady in the black dress… Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer…

You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer… Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading

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