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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”

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”

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”

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