BEASTLY BUT BEAUTIFUL (flash fiction(?))

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(?))”

ANOTHER MISCONNECTION

I could not find you,      my dear You were hiding behind Cleopatra’s Needle in Central Park      and I, um— I was looking for you along Belmont Plateau in Fairmount Park in Philly And my vision not being bionic or X-ray was unable to detect      your presence or lack thereof https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1074085 THRU PERIPHERAL VISION: Schaefer, GeorgeContinue reading “ANOTHER MISCONNECTION”

YOU CAN LIE TO ME

You can lie to me.  That’s okay.  I’ll probably figure it out and no one will really get hurt.  But you keep lying to yourself and that’s really an emotional and psychic cancer.  But like a portrait of Dorian Gray in the attic, you’ll keep the deterioration hidden from view.  You know the cancer is spreading but it isn’t visibleContinue reading “YOU CAN LIE TO ME”

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO DO POETRY AGAIN

I saw the best minds of my generation  destroyed by blandness MTV spoken word tour; sewn up vaginas; dismembered penises, poetry slams featuring dickless, cuntless verse spewed by genderless eunuchs all in the name of advancing pop culture for lamebrained, gutless pansies trying to rap out poems to the underage audiences running around pretending it’sContinue reading “JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO DO POETRY AGAIN”

CHOKE THE CHICKEN (AUTO-EROTIC ASPHYXIATION GONE HORRIBLY WRONG)

They found him in a room in Thailand— pants down, belt around neck big smile on his face. The prostitute in the room sobbing and swearing it was an accident. Auto erotic asphyxiation gone horribly wrong. And then there are suicidal tendencies and people hanging themselves. But families lose the Ka-ching if it’s suicide soContinue reading “CHOKE THE CHICKEN (AUTO-EROTIC ASPHYXIATION GONE HORRIBLY WRONG)”

IRIDESCENT JEWELS

Iridescent jewels lay buried deep within the soul waiting to be excavated. I struggle for the pure stream of consciousness as twisted ideas rampage through my mind. I recklessly splatter and sprinkle words across the page  in mock rhythmic cadence. It’s been suggested in some circles  that I am a poet. https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1066478 JUST WHEN YOUContinue reading “IRIDESCENT JEWELS”