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Women in orange outside playing basketball in a prison yard a nervous guard gripping gun fingers tensely holding tight WOMEN IN ORANGE | PostPoems

Those late night Jersey Transit trains It’s always a gas well past midnight up to no good at a Dead and Company show Queens in the rear view mirror departing Manhattan riding that train stuffed with other Heads trying to get home to Jersey or PA as it were feeling no pain listening to conversationsContinue reading “NOSE BREATHER”

I’ll have truly earned the scorn & derision of the critics whence I finally release this dribble but I won’t walk the plank of Orizaba & follow Crane to a death of either asphyxiation or shark meal the pundits will get their say and the reviews will be severe but I fear not the harshnessContinue reading “KINDNESS OF STRANGERS”

The assignment was to place Huckleberry Finn in modern day New York and write a short story.  I was a high school kid in the 80s and only spent a few field trips in New York.  Of course, I watched many TV shows and I did have my imagination.  Mr. V didn’t cotton to me.  I was aContinue reading “BEASTLY BUT BEAUTIFUL (flash fiction(?))”

And postulating on poetry and wondering if the inspiration can be found in mown grass and dry summer nights as the beer is no longer enough to fire my soul a green fairie is beckoned with a belief in transcendence or at least a serious buzz HALF ASS KEROUAC SIPPING ABSINTHE | PostPoems JUST WHENContinue reading “HALF ASS KEROUAC SIPPING ABSINTHE”

I found Duende & then lost it among the papers & notebooks scattered on desks & shelves  & under beds. It made a cameo on a poemwritten on a napkin in a brewpub in Vermont only to smudge into oblivion. Over time, it occurred & reoccurred  in haunted alleys, bus station bathrooms; even the rare sightingContinue reading “I FOUND DUENDE”

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”