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The Shadow of Le Cafe de Flore

The Shadows of the Cafe de Flore Out on the Myrtle Avenue terrace composing a poem about le’ terrasse de le Cafe de Flore. The City of light will always hold a good part of my soul Early April Evening On Myrtle Avenue The neighborhood Afoot on the sidewalk The car traffic dying down Not […]

FLOP HOUSE Charles Bukowski

you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse, with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together on cots with everybody snoring at once and some of those snores so deep and gross and unbelievable— dark snotty gross subhuman wheezings from hell itself. your mind almost breaks under those death-like sounds and […]

RED TATE – BAD POETRY by Peter Nolan Smith

Red Tate lies on the pavement Helpless flat on his back If his mother saw this sight Tears would fill her eyes Red Tate drinks Ripple. Sometimes Thunderbird Red wine dulls his nerves. A bum A tramp. His mother’s second son. 1978

La Ruche Petite Dejeuner 1985

A rainy morning Impasse de Danzig La Ruche The gray morning light lays as an allure On your bare skin My hand glides up your divine spine To rest beneath an angel wing shoulder. Heartbeat steady My fingers memorize the eternity of your youth. This touch will last forever. I think___ The door opens Your […]

White Condo Fog

An April overcast overwhelms A white luxury condo O’er Jay Street Brooklyn Obscuring the upper floors Earth warm Sky cold My fingers chilled Not by Winter But by the damp of Spring. The new season One month in My joints ache in the damp Old Some of me My mind 15 1967 Ruby Tuesday The […]