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CRIMSON WHITE AND INDIGO

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”

FINDING RELIGION

The pursuit of knowledge and wisdom is basically human and neverending.  We can seek a leprechaun with his magical lucky charms or try to run the voodoo down by the bayou.  False icons can not replace science but science must beat with a human heart.  Existential struggles remain.  The learned astronomer doth proclaim the way if we’re willing toContinue reading “FINDING RELIGION”

THE OLD NORTH STAR BAR

The old North Star bar was a true legend.  It stood on 27th and Poplar.  It was far enough away from Center City to be off the beaten path.  They had the main bar on the first floor and a room upstairs to host poetry readings.  They had readings every Tuesday and it became a place to go for poets.  GregoryContinue reading “THE OLD NORTH STAR BAR”

WORSE THAN COCK BLOCK

The bell ringsso someone bought the bar a round.You look up to politely acknowledgethe kind stranger. You have another shotYou go with J.D. The creative juicesare flowing and you feel inspiredGreat—or at least adequate—poetrymight be committed today but then you realizethere’s no ink leftin the pen you haveYou don’t want to draw attentionby requesting a pen. It’sContinue reading “WORSE THAN COCK BLOCK”

MICRO BRAWLERS

So now I am the proud owner of an Abdullah the Butcher micro brawler.  I’m sure many will question why a grown man needs to own such a toy.  They tell me that it’s a child’s toy but it did seem like something that would make my life just a little bit less oppressive.  Can’t I be youngContinue reading “MICRO BRAWLERS”

DEMOCRACY! WHISKEY! SEXY!

America! Democracy! Whiskey! Sexy!Oh my, Democracy to elect inept candidateswith the Haliburton Seal of Approval. Whiskey–We’ll toss down shots of diluted J.D.to celebrate our newfound freedom. Sexy–well the whiskey should make it appear that way. Coda to D.W.S. Fuck the Democracy!The whiskey told me soand I still don’t feel very sexy. https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1060741

POET SLAP FIGHTS AND ASS KISSING

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”

STREETWALKER

She was a street walker by all accounts She had a plastic rose pitifully shedding petals proudly adorned in her hair But she did have moxie and an awareness of diners At her recommendation I found an old school diner serving greasy breakfast fair As it was only fair and I alone to boot IContinue reading “STREETWALKER”