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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”

You were pissed off even though I hadn’t said anything wrong and it began to dawn on me that you weren’t  pissed off at what I had said you were pissed off at something I hadn’t said. Problem is, it’s hard enough for me to remember all those things that I actually said It’s damnContinue reading “MEMORY LAPSE”

Mark Twain was wrong the hand that feeds the dog can be bitten all excuses we make the camera doesn’t lie https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1123863

After Antler wrote an epic poem about factory life it was like a final word an end to innocence an end to ignorance an end to all excuses we had to confront the bleakness far beyond any spiritual ennui proffered by Dickens or Sinclair Lewis and the false sincerity of all the Anglo apologists weContinue reading “BUT AFTER ANTLER WROTE”

Hitchhiking Bristol Pike thumbing a ride home drop off at 7-11 to snag large Slurpee and a pack of Fleer baseball cards no longer sure why I collect maybe I’ll get a Schmidt or a Carlton usually a bust I get the scrubs no one will remember 10 months from now let alone 10 decadesContinue reading “JUNIOR’S SLIPPING GRADES”

The truck driver used to saunter in 3:00 am cheerful but jonesing for coffee to chase the eggs and bacon He had multiple refills and seemed oblivious to the random drunks stumbling in for past closing time munchies a young couple feuding over something or probably nothing but we’re all condemned to listen to theContinue reading “GRAVEYARD SHIFT FRY COOK”

I could whine about Ginsberg or Rupi Kaur or the general state of the universe and it would be hollow complaint falling on deaf ears waiting to dismiss me waiting to tell me I’m nothing compared to Corso or Dunbar or Dickenson or any other poet my run on sentences paraded publicly as profound verseContinue reading “UNDETERRED”

Eyes focused straight ahead I am seeing some silver linings on this road I travel occasional hints of gold and thus the euphoric giggle truly reflects current state of mind https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1090938

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”