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TEMP WORKER

I guess nobody likes temp workers they take up space take up jobs often shit jobs no one else wants like undocumented fruit pickers the temp worker is pariah par excellence slipping in earning a few bucks and disappearing before learning any names or faces This one time, not at band camp, I was aContinue reading “TEMP WORKER”

PAKISTAN JOE

I was 16 years old and in all probability working illegally. I had taken a gig as a busboy at a local diner. I was working the graveyard shift from midnight to 5:00am on weekends. After hour gig bussing tables of the drunks virgin cherry popped I befriended the dishwasher. He told me everyone called him Pakistan Joe. HeContinue reading “PAKISTAN JOE”

DELIRIOUS LIGHTNING

The music at the Peach Festival was always unreal. Every band brings their A game and you just expect magic. The Claypool Lennon Delirium was on fire. But it was a dark overcast day. The clouds kept getting darker as the music progressed. Off in the distance, you could see bolts of lightning flashing. Maybe it was just the acid butContinue reading “DELIRIOUS LIGHTNING”

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”

BIG STINKY TANTRUMS

Ordering a Citywide at the El Bar and confronted with a painting of a baby duck in a diaper. The caption reads, “Remember, little baby egos have big stinky tantrums.” I guess small hands equal small dicks equals out of proportion egotism. I’m sure I don’t need to know the name of the whiskey I’m drinking anymore thanContinue reading “BIG STINKY TANTRUMS”

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