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Poetry Corner: “Hope”

Hope You-held me spellboundfreshnessnot of plastic concocted standardized perfectionyour smiles in my direction were of courtesy civility and cultured backgroundI tried to touch but you needed everyonethose surly and ugly butchers of your beautyoblivious to you they thundered over youleaving their hoofprints on meripping and agonizing torture I tried to healyou pushed me roughly asidebutContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Hope””

Poetry Corner: “Optical Illusion Oasis”

Optical Illusion Oasis People sitting under the great Canadian frightdrinking heavily in the village of neon lightpretensions of affairs being outtasightreally nothing more than a heard of uptightmatters really aren’t all right Such a pathetic sightit’s strongest on a Saturday nightpeople with nothing to doexcept play acting cool foolsfloundering in the human cesspool Death shouldContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Optical Illusion Oasis””

Poetry Corner: “Ode to donald trump”

Ode to donald trump Dear me it wasn’t such a shockwhen donald trump was ousted from the flockhis picture everywhereeven where one had to gobut he fell so lowwhere did your friends the fascists gomost of America has woken up and hates you nowyou’ve got the popularity of a turbuculean cow But not all isContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Ode to donald trump””

Poetry Corner: “Downtown Treblinka”

Downtown Treblinka hemmed into hamlets by the awesome guardpoststhe weary beaten staggerinto black Calcuttian holesto be transported to prosperous futilitywhisked by gleaming publicly funded expenseonly marred by the spots of the unhappily assimilatedbroken only by their black bootsstomped through lack of humanityor lined up on the wall of advanced humility orcutthroat bestialityexperimented on by cleverContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Downtown Treblinka””

Poetry Corner: “A junkie of sorts”

A junkie of sorts up the highway flows the citrus juicefrom Floridacelebrity Anita Bryant (who is she anyways?)the pusherscores a hitand all are satiatedexcept the Orange Birdwho weeps in lamentfor she can’t talkandis forced to singat gunpoint Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “Empty Ballad”

Empty Ballad he basks in the spotlightan angelandthe throngs surroundcalling for morethe critics raveonly time knows that he is nothingbut words and music of an eraa face on an album cover They hate him for he is nothing like themmore than they know they will ever behis reality crushes their dreamshis words their fantasy HeContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Empty Ballad””

Poetry Corner: “Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (Circa 1961)”

Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (circa 1961) Well it was certainly quite a daylet’s go to bedWait!I have to brush my teeth You already did Come on let’s go for a walk But it is two o’clock in the morning Oh all rightturn off the light and look the other way o.k. Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “All we get are the coffee grinds”

All we get are the coffee grinds The mighty converge in golden dimensionscrouched behind Cornish hens and brutforging the new world for the exclusive benefit of all charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckers fantasizingvomiting steams of foulnessthe be lapped up ignorant optimists applauded from the blackrobed rotundalet it be known he did not dieContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “All we get are the coffee grinds””

Poetry Corner: “Prostitutes of a kind”

Prostitutes of a kind beautiful peoplebought and sold on the auction blockcash by the hour clean whoringbegging for the big breakbut another photograph away butfor nowsnapping, clicking whirringanemic furiousity all for the NEW FALL LINEfabricatingTHE NEW LIFESTYLEfor all to enjoy or suffer Robert K. Stephen