Category Archives: beat poetry, venice meat poets

reading bukowski just pisses me off

more notes from a dirty old man or cat’s table, the new tome from ondaatje…those were the choices tonite to rock my overly-stimulated, exhausted self to sleep at bedtime…and bukowski won out.  curiosity, mostly…i always find myself reaching for that comforting foray … Continue reading

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crone

I first noticed the presence of her in Amsterdam…a rather plain, overweight woman, struggling up the small, steep staircases of the Hotel Rokin near Dam Centraal.  She, with friendly eyes and a certain warmth in her smile, wrestled an oversized suitcase up the winding staircase and stopped at … Continue reading

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no tell hotel …for marie

just south of  the heart of north beach        past trieste’s lousy sidewalk chairs   slip down grant street’s narrow merging  tip    and watch the show …   carol doda’s lightbulb nipples flashed  on and off and on 24/7  for as long as anyone can remember          their bright day-glo blood red bounces off the southern … Continue reading

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gathering for gagaku

amid pastries and coffee at the novel cafe the  men were all summoned for a thursday soiree’… four heeded the call to this meeting so named gagaku poetry society a gathering thus ordained… meeting one did commence the first one of just … Continue reading

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earth rose last night 2/19/07…for the women

earth rose last night your book leaping off the shelf beckoning and i found again hidden between the beauty and the art rose the hate your hate FUCK HATE you once wrote and santa monica’s boys in black came and … Continue reading

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leftovers

unfinished business words unspoken lines not written songs not sung forgiveness not given abundance not shared humanity unacknowledged wrongs not righted laughter disregarded truths buried cruelty abounding.. in a  life lived thoughtlessly stay awake…

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heroic lines

*’ the poets are all lairs’ a meat poet once wrote meaning ‘liars’ he let it be enjoying the typo’s double entendre’..   shaking my head i am terribly amused by this truth he is so right.. over and over.. … Continue reading

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