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I wasn't certain if it was even worthy of your talent and poetic voo-doo that you do 
so well ~f!~
                     TEAR, FEAR AND EVERY STARE 
Ah, I remember Baudelaire
He oh so very rare
Privileged were we to share the same air
With genius penned on paper whose purpose was quite clear
Yes, such a man was  Baudelaire
And I know because I was there

The recently departed William Burroughs with whom I shared a naked Lunch……..
And why he wanted us to be naked I haven’t a hunch
That’s odd, we never did have a naked brunch
His words are inked upon my heart right about here 
and in my soul resides his poetic view on the fantastic and the fear
There were junkies like himself to write about but the poem would have been one 
omnipresent tear
And I know because I was there 

Cocaine suited Edgar Alan Poe to a tee
I purchased it with his money and he gave a lot to me
From the powder was birthed “Quote the raven, Nevermore”
And a constant heartbeat under the floor
Oh, his fantasies that I was honored to hear
And I know because I was there

Jack Kerouac and Ken Keysy floating on a bus to nowhere
Simply because there were different birds to hear
Begging providence just to keep the bus in gear
When Jack spoke……… Ken implied
When Ken spoke……     Jack’s attention could never be defied
A pair of friends on a bus with people unawares what genius they were sitting so 
near                                          
And damn  it………… I really should have been  there
                   © 2011.…..phreepoetree

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