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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”

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”

LOVELY MELITA

The bar’s empty but they’re open. I manage to get a beer and look around at the exotic décor. It’s a mix of new age Asian and early dive. I learn they have a city wide special that entails a PBR pounder and a shot of Maker’s Mark. They also do a variation that includes a can of Tecaté withContinue reading “LOVELY MELITA”

TIGHT BLACK MINISKIRT

Her in a tight black miniskirt hugging her hourglass figure me, scraggly unshaven face reading a poem about a radical armchair my tie dyed shirt is faded and oversized even on my expanding belly She tilts her head as though examining my every word Her eyes are blue leaving temptation for comparisons to sky orContinue reading “TIGHT BLACK MINISKIRT”

OBSCENE ODES TO ISIS

My voice cries out a word weary eyes tainted with speckled vision blithering obscene odes to Isis The unholy worship of life and death cloaked in perpetual fog of disrespect and welted orgasms AMERICAN ZEN KOANS: Schaefer, George: 9798809062107: Amazon.com: Books https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1086410

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”