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One of those nights when the moment transcendsany ordinary reason false gods state their casethe naive among us hopingthe ends justify the means. https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1092949 Choke the Chicken (or Auto Erotic Asphyxiation Gone Horribly Wrong): Schaefer, George F: 9798434885959: Amazon.com: Books

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”

It’s official! I’ve transitioned from getting old to being old. I was at a bachelor party  watching a stag film. Everyone was hootin’ & hollerin’ over the action on the screen. I was sitting there, incredulous look (I suspect) on my face thinking, “Damn! That position can’t be comfortable.” https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1062387

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 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”

I haven’t had the Batman dream in quite awhile. That was always my favorite recurring dream in my early adult life. The basic gist of the dream is that I would be Batman with uniform and Bat Cave and all. Of course, I wasn’t a very good Batman. I was more interested in making timeContinue reading “THE BATMAN DREAM”

Enchanted by these mystic ballads sung by princesses who smoked Moroccan Hashish and gave head to monks dipped in Holy Water as the soul is purified in thoughts resounding in caverns never heard to cackle a harsh or untrue word https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1087216 JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO DO POETRY AGAIN: Schaefer, George: 9798449725561:Continue reading “MYSTIC BALLADS”

Fact is sometimes stranger than fiction. A case in point is a recent Dead show in Washington DC I was partying up in the legendary RFK parking lot getting primed for the show. I was talking to a college girl about the scene and explaining how it’s mainly just in fun only a few ofContinue reading “LOOKING FOR GOD IN THE ANACOSTIA RIVER”

And postulating on poetry and wondering if the inspiration can be found in mown grass and dry summer nights as the beer is no longer enough to fire my soul a green fairie is beckoned with a belief in transcendence or at least a serious buzz https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1094866 JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TOContinue reading “HALF ASS KEROUAC SIPPING ABSINTHE”

I peed on my foot but pretended I didn’t— the basis for Zen We can only imagine the truth we wish to ignore https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1080555