Best Studio Poems

“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius

“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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You reminded me again, not to be late.
That I shouldn't let you hate.
What we have because it's delicate.
That you are fed up, trying to put...

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I travelled to the world of figments
A place of two dimensional beauty
Air brushed perfection
I tried to look beyond manufactured proportions
Pasted on smiles
Glowing skin

I did not...

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I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need...

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~My Trip With Love~

A arrival from Montreal to San Francisco seeing my son and his children.
B beautiful red roses on my approach expressing their love...

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FAMOUS PEOPLE

she sings beautifully
is beautiful to look at
what’s she really like?
shhhhhhh!
you don’t want to know

the messiah
clear through
no intermission
coughs      yawns
programs rattle

mister...

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“Where I’m From”
I am from pliers
	from Tylenol and vanilla bean perfume.
I am from the budding rose bush,
	the aloe vera plant
	whose salve heals my burns.
I am...

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 [Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral...

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"Blue Dress"



Temptation 
Green as an 
Apple

Blue 
into the arms 
of Hell

Red 
"LIFE"
Read

the bite of an Apple
Stopped me short
and 

YOU,
despite
all 

Yellow Brick Road
Tornadoes

Stood by me
Silent, still,...

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Well over a hundred years ago
The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh
A genius somewhat like Michelangelo
With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio
From the sublime to...

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To see him - just to see him -the impetus of my desire.
To gaze upon the long gold silken locks
that adorn his pefectly shaped head!

Transfixed,...

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Here is my dreamiest, dream job.
I will get to drive a fire truck and use the sirens - all the way to work and back....

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool...

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Wally Weasel Loves to Paint

Wally Weasel loves to paint, and paints himself a lot.
Some paint goes on the canvas, but most of it does not.
Poor...

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She was big-boned.  Her spirit
a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome
threaded through moss and engine block.
Her home was a pine and beatboard camp
for wayward cats.
She...

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