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and so she said Kiss my ass! I quickly complied I don’t know why she’s pissed off now https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1101074 MISCHIEVOUS PATTERNS: NOT SO FANCY TANSHI VOL. 3: Schaefer, George: 9798829991593: Amazon.com: Books

The bar’s empty but they’re open.  I manage to get a beer and look around at the exotic décor.  It’s a mix of new age Asian and early dive.  I learn they have a city wide special that entails a PBR pounder and a shot of Maker’s Mark.  They also do a variation  that includes a can of Tecaté withContinue reading “LOVELY MELITA”

I’m still not sure the actual laws but Cambodia seems to be at least partially lenient on marijuana.  I remember reading that they legalized it to attract tourists.  I never knew if that was truth or fiction.  I do know that a lot of places in Phnom Pehn liked to serve “happy pizza”.  This wasContinue reading “HAPPY PIZZA”

I never really identified with the hippies.  I don’t know why people think that I am.  Even  when I was a Deadhead I always felt a stronger bond with the Beat Generation.  Beatnik would be closer to the truth than hippie although both are largely generic terms at this point. Silly labels identifying with myths and legends PoetryContinue reading “EXISTENTIAL DREAD”

It was a hot fucking day in July.  We were young and gloriously naïve.  The Grateful Dead were set to pack JFK for a jubilant celebration.  Shakedown Street was shaking as all the Deadheads shopped for tie dyed t-shirts and kind grilled cheese sandwiches.  JFK was an old decaying stadium and one could envision gladiators in leather helmets goingContinue reading “CRIMSON WHITE AND INDIGO”

She gave me a lecture on cunnilingus Her mastery and rhythm much like Mingus She learned me all I did wrong I need to learn to go long A better man now but once such a dingus https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1108960

I think one  of the real funny ones was the Australian hooker in Amsterdam I was wandering thru the Red Light District with a spare 50 guilden I made a good choice I noticed the accent when she greeted me and led me to a room She was great I made an off hand remarkContinue reading “FAKE ORGASM”

We are getting snippy and contentious anymore.  It doesn’t seem like anyone can have any fun anymore.  So we have poets declaring on their posts that ass kissing doesn’t belong in poetry.  Hmmm, I initially misread the post and thought he wrote ass kicking.  I was thinking to myself that I can see room for both.  Sometimes you do haveContinue reading “POET SLAP FIGHTS AND ASS KISSING”

Her in a tight black miniskirt hugging her hourglass figure me, scraggly unshaven face reading a poem about a radical armchair my tie dyed shirt is faded and oversized even on my expanding belly She tilts her head as though examining my every word Her eyes are blue leaving temptation for comparisons to sky orContinue reading “TIGHT BLACK MINISKIRT”

 (a casually buzzed lament) So it takes a rainy Christmas Eve  to rediscovedr Li Po; to throw one back with the great; raise a drink to a new drinking partner. And it seemed likely to garner a slight buzz and a late night rush as I step outside still barefoot; toes sinking into cool mudContinue reading “CHRISTMAS EVE WITH LI PO”