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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”

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”

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”

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”

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

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”

A little doggie named Duder Growling loudly at intruder They can give him a snack So he wouldn’t attack The intrusion now less ruder https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1101154 AMERICAN ZEN KOANS: Schaefer, George: 9798809062107: Amazon.com: Books

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