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”
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PHOTO BOMBING SON OF A FEMALE DOG
So I just wanted a good picture with my dog. I figured it would be great for the non-existent Christmas cards. Of course, I have a dog that likes to photo bomb. We never get the good picture because he always jumps in front of me with his glorious snout. Always jumping gun mucking up the picture frameContinue reading “PHOTO BOMBING SON OF A FEMALE DOG”
GIGGITY GIGGITY BLUE
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
GATEKEEPERS
I owe nothing to the gatekeepers of poetry those self appointed self important twits who took it upon their own slender shoulders to dictate the world of poetry for all the rest of us rubes I owe nothing to the gatekeepers of poetry who infect the pure spirit of the bountiful human well who tryContinue reading “GATEKEEPERS”
MS. PAC-MAN OR LAUNDRY
A Ms. Pac-man stands off in a corner near the Men’s Room there’s very little dust no doubt a few mid timers (not to be confused with old timers) still enjoy the game I could play a game or two The machine still takes quarters and I have a few quarters sitting in my pocketContinue reading “MS. PAC-MAN OR LAUNDRY”
BILL’S GYROS
It was a staple in New York. There were multiple locations in Manhattan situated like lighthouses acting as beacons of light to hungry pups with limited cash flow. Locals and travelers alike in need of a cheap bite could seek out Bill’s Gyros. This establishment was a heaven send for a young man exploring the big apple. YouContinue reading “BILL’S GYROS”
NADINE
She reminded me of Esmerelda Villalobos. Even in dim light, she had haunting pretty eyes. Her voice had such a sexy timbre. It was a Lyft ride from one brewery to another. And we mused on the state of the world and the fundamental decline of civics. I’d catch glimpses of her deep brown LatinaContinue reading “NADINE”
ROUTE 14 BUS
The Route 14 bus was brutal It covered a long swatch along Roosevelt Boulevard It was a slow crawl along oversize urban boulevard It was always overcrowded and featured humanity at it’s not so very best Middle schoolers thinking humor is pulling the stop chord for every stop which was pretty much every block notContinue reading “ROUTE 14 BUS”
WHEN CHARLES BUKOWSKI MET BOB DYLAN
A jaded old bard pounds a shot of J.D. and mocks an idealistic young troubadour. “So just how many beers must one man drink before he’s allowed to pass out?” The bartender chuckles at the joke. The young troubadour debates if Jesus will ever forgive these sins. Loose leaf papers holding his poems gets blown away in theContinue reading “WHEN CHARLES BUKOWSKI MET BOB DYLAN”
BACHELOR PARTY
I’m just enjoying a cocktail when the party enters Mixed drinks and shots being ordered in abundance. A few of them already well on their way suddenly a quiet drink exceeds 100 decibels The bartender wants to know which fool is getting hitched. The fool—or groom to be— gets rewarded with a free shot IContinue reading “BACHELOR PARTY”
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