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Loved ones stay with you after death; They continue to live on in your heart and soul. They continue to haunt your memories and dreams. My father passed on 17 years ago but still makes cameos & guest spots in my dreams  from time to time and amazingly, after all these years, he’s still callingContinue reading “DUMBASS”

There are certain bars and taverns that exist only in my dreams.  They might be located in Philly or Chicago or Brooklyn or even Saigon.  But you can only go there in my dreams—if I’m nice enough to include you in my dream.  They are on streets no one ever heard of and they often morph from oneContinue reading “EPHEMERAL TAVERNS”

Devil’s lettuce— so that’s what we’re  calling it these days not your mother’s romaine or your father’s kale https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1074185 AMERICAN ZEN KOANS: Schaefer, George: 9798809062107: Amazon.com: Books

There are still times that I get carded in bars or venues.  It’s usually an indication that the establishment sits in an uptight municipality or they recently got tagged for selling booze to (too) young’uns.  I won’t give them too much trouble since they’re really just doing their jobs.  And also, a lot of venues have guys atContinue reading “MOISTURIZING CREAM”

He all too often promoted himself as a lone wolf.  I never understood the notion.  Wolves tend to find their greatest success in packs.  This lonely notion fostered by dreams of James Dean and a rebel without a cause.  It never led to any happiness or success.  He was a lone wolf and he wore the mask with great pride.  IContinue reading “LONE WOLF”

Ferlinghetti called poetry eternal graffiti and I guess he may have a point.  Poetry at its finest will make an indelible impression on the human heart and soul.  It is recklessly but pristinely spray painted across one’s consciousness.  The bright colors and the elaborate structure of the lettering looms large in one’s vision.  The words dance across a subconsciousContinue reading “SUBCONSCIOUS SAHARA”

I skipped out on the poetry reading at the free library where I was scheduled to read a new brewpub opened just down the street and my whistle required a little wetting so I walked down the street oblivious to any consequences or hurt feelings attached my name was on the list for the openContinue reading “SHOT OF JAMESON TO CHASE THE BEER”

And so for some reason, George and Lucille Bluth are my parents and we are living in a rather elaborate treehouse.  I’m not sure what happened to the old model home.  I must have turned into GOB since I was dating Marta or at least a chica Latina muy caliente.  I field many criticisms from a sister whoContinue reading “TRUTH FROM A BLUTH”

It amazes me I think in blue rhyme of language splattered across sullen minds of timid boys pistol whipped by sergeants  and bullied into  this transgression by subconscious dreams. Hidden desires left unfermented fossilized in back reaches we cross that land avoiding Mongol warriors & wicked con artists. And of fire these eyes burn intenselyContinue reading “IT AMAZES ME”