Unknown Poetry (poetry is about seduction; I just want to communicate with the world)

Ode to the last great poets

August 22, 2006 at 2:40 pm | Posted in Poems n Poetry | Leave a comment

We are the last poets, sick and twisted

       dope withdrawal & coffee kicks (5 cups, 10 sugars, 13 creamos)

and nicotine’s evil spirit,

burning poems in forgotten fireplaces

        wandering the lazy streets

passing drunks and pimps on the sidewalks of life,

loving the whores, twinkies and plain janes

        truly giving a damn about the World,

watching a soul sister slice wrists

        with strange poeticness in the alleyway,

laughing in front of City Hall intoxicated

        willing a consequential sign with

souls beaming during conversations with God,

sitting like Buddha panhandling for cigarettes

         eyes open head down hands outstretched

waiting for death to come faster than yesterday,

poetry escaping like shit from your lips

          the exquisite genius torn jeans faded baseball cap

lamenting visions midnight coffee shops,

Sunday morning staring at Church door insanity,

          Welfare was beautiful the first thirty days

but we all must start from somewhere,

Van Gogh’s letters stolen from the Priest

          himself a witness to a poor painter chopping an ear off

never forgetting the insane demands of love & women,

drowning in books, poems & half-truth blindness,

          discovering the beauty of Kerouac

from tattooed red-haired conspirator 1998,

questioning the prophets inbetween smoke ring delirium

          howling at the moon forgiveness

begging an ear for a sweet rambling poet,

swimming in an ocean of divine literature

          microphone feedback sweating on stage

smiling a literary erection a Mother could be proud of,

prowling naked in universal judgment

         simplifying beauty in connection of words

suspending a soul from the twinkling stars

         all in praise of poetic emancipation.