Current poems in progress...

The Summer-pleasant breeze
takes its toll on former doldrums
buds are budding and teens are kissing
headlines printed to be recycled
so what's new
after all these years
besides Bukowski and you and me
and maybe ferlinghetti or perhaps Sartre,
Or maybe that guy who is always on the corner
and in your face, IS your face
What about him? what about you?
What about he, she, they, it , we, them,
Just how bout the whole freaking disfunctional Borg. huh?
I'm asking here: just tell me something.
Tell me something true.
Are you still the same person I remember?
Are you still hidden in a dream?
...
No. I'm smoking cigarettes with American friends
and downing coffee at Les Deux Magots
I just asked that they scroll the awning
no pen, no blue-lined paper...all gone to waste
all men look like you, before success, before the mistress
sings the blues across a poolroom of testosterone
You see, I haven't changed much more
than Simone the day she turned the page
to better taste the cognac
but they died, all the references died
and went to hell, as far as i can tell
...
Have we proof that France existed?
What if we were only gaining muscle in midwestern fields
without crossing over, frozen in our twenties
in a skin aging drift, poetry harnessed.
That felt love still aches past the ideals of peace
and you. And You? Are you still hiding in a thesaurus?

very atmospheric -M

I gazed upon her image
through a groggy morning filter
and still retrieve a sense of beauty
Venice remembers pageantry and war
I remember a tired room
where flowers paper wall and groom
in the fever of a moment
A Grand Canal of running gold
shoes abandoned in the chase
and all the cherished world before us
a train to catch out of the water
an annointint of feet
Rose and lavender
The begged us to stay but we kept running
engaged in our own flight
O the mysteries of night
Show themselves at this hour

am back at my (interactive poetry)home after 6 months on the go in asia...glad to see some familiar signatures -M
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where were you in Asia? (I was in Australia, last month) --k
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Thailand, Cambodia, Myanmar, India...amazing trip! -M
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wow! sounds awesome... --k

I woke up this morning
With the sun shinning through the window
It came as something of a surprise,
When a very large truck
Thundered past noisily
spewing smoke, and dust and filth and bedraggled ladies of indeterminate age.
O wisdom O sage
Would I ever turn the page?
I woke up this morning
to raindrops afalling on the pane
alas there was little surprise
all the dust from yesterday
has turned into tomorrow's recommencement

Best authority has it that the sun was shining rather than shinning through the window! -Znethru

Little Mickey Mac
Didn't go to school
He'd wander off the track
Ignoring every rule
His pocket bulged with secrets
What could he have in mind
"It only takes chappati flour...
Albino olives and rind"
A bottle of Chianti
And all the beer you can find...
Some friends and grass and summer sun
To up the relaxation ante

In today's society
One needs to have a pied-piper mentality

If I write one line every day
it will take a while
there may not be time
but why be pessimistic?
Certainly a clock can be stopped
between coffees lined to march
through hours behind desks.
...

not to be sarcastic or mean, just honest curiosity,
what is znesthru, and also Fe Bland? i have never seen
these words before, thanks...f

Silence lives in memory alone- in Memory and in Death.
Revolt brews behind silver screens dead beats wear as shades.

The first thing he might be doing