Author Archives: fuchebuyahoocom

I didn’t come from church I come from Philadelphia I come for a show I come to get high to wreak havoc on the streets a poet of delusion a poet of confusion a reading of Beats never dying reading NYC, NY, USA dying of poetry; drunk smoke herb hashish stoned mind pure hope thoughtContinue reading “I COME FROM PHILADELPHIA”

I need to walk to work.  Fortunately, it’s only a short 5 minute stroll around a couple blocks.  It’s a cold January morning and a cool breeze is asserting its presence.  I breathe in the cool air and clutch the paperback copy of Leaves of Grass.  A few naked trees wave their branches at me. They’re almost intimidating without theContinue reading “WALK TO WORK”

I had my t-shirts made specially.  I paid homage to the great Catalonian artist Salvador Dali.  I elected to wear the hand made t-shirt for a poetry reading and carefully prepared my introduction complete with prerequisite jokes. So I opened up to the crowd and boldly informed them that the t-shirt should be construed as neither aContinue reading “GREAT MASTURBATOR”

Usually, it is  all my fault & I screw things up eyes wide open. I make the mistakes with full awareness in a robotic fashion I feel anger but know it was me but this time it actually was her & for once I can hold my head up; look in the mirror  and tellContinue reading “FOR ONCE”

Cruising Haunted Lane winding curves twisting along Neshaminy Creek never found any ghosts there but demons, they did abound https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1080820

In my dream I hear a sweet melody and I begin to discern the lyrics to “Come As You Are.” I’m compelled to follow the sounds and move closer I Keep thinking after 25 years I’m gonna see Kurt again and I draw closer and I notice the voice it doesn’t sound like Kurt andContinue reading “INNER PEACE”

Stumbling across a brown davenport unceremoniously tossed in a dumpster.  It lays there waiting for a knight in shining armor to rescue it from the trash heap.  Or maybe just Peter Griffin in Han Solo garb to poach the old couch.  It’s said that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.  Perhaps the couch can be stowed away onContinue reading “MILLENNIUM FALCON”

She kicks higher than Emma Peel it’s true Back flips, leaps off the ropes winning matches too Donning little micro trunks Elicits response from punks Calling out Giggity giggity blue https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1120048

Si trato de hablar mucho Espanol Je vais finar par en utilisant trop de mots Francais e agitando le braccia in Italiano— Vosté va a pensar que puc parlar amb fluìdesa catalá Ïf I try to speak too much Spanish, I’ll end up using many French words and flailing my arms in Italian.  You endContinue reading “CATALAN”