ONCE UPON A TIME THERE LIVED AN ODD LITTLE BOY WITH GREEN SHOES. HE STOMPED IN THE SNOW, HE MADE TRACKS IN THE WOODS. HE EMPTIED THE SAND FROM DUNES AND CARVED HIS NAME IN A TREE

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this.

this.

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Napkin from the Bitter End after Poetry Night at GV #1.

I’m drunk on words from the mouths of immortals

 My slap-happy smile and ginger pink cheeks
wax and wain with the turning of the page

Coffee-stained eyes peg me for queer
As they read the title of my poetry book.

Ignoring them, with eyes like a child
I continue to read and continue to smile 

Gay as I am, from the lessons and stories
being handed down to me in ink

The Girl in blue looks at me, I wink,
treat her to tea and conversation.

And we get drunk together.  

Napkin from the Bitter End after Poetry Night at GV #2.

The taste of Asia, the smell of France
and Columbia, the pallet of Africa
in the eyes of America

Tea, Coffee, Lentils, and Christ
following sheep happy to have pleanty
of grass and clover to eat

I see them. I hear them. I smell them. I taste them.
I love them. I hate them. I leed them. I feed them.

Diverse nourriture 
From the corners of the World.  

Napkin from the Bitter End after Poetry Night at GV #3.

Brando has gauze in his mouth
To soak up the irony, salty, embarrassing
blood dribbling from his loose teeth
and beaten gums.

Brando, still in the bar,
tries to speak to the bartender
asking for whiskey while he pours
over his script.

Brando spits into his empty cup, light
a cigarette and smiles crimson
at the college jocks and jerks and said,
"I’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse"
 

Napkin from the Bitter End after Poetry Night at GV #4.

An Arab Princess
head bowed in reverence to Allah
is called Haji and Hateful
by the white, passing, sunburned family from America

She rises to a kneel and bows again.
'Peace be to you' say a jew.
And Also With you’ replies the family.
His lord is love & peace, as is theirs.

The scarf that covers her head
is green and  glittering with gold
She returns to her stand
And offers chai to the passing American families 

FUCK THE POLICE.

FUCK THE POLICE.

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