Last Is Best When by Summer Breeze and Ken Peters

o Last is best when the rose returns when games are over when the music is heard above the din Ken Peter’s pens: “time’s perfume distilled breathe distilled in an alembic distilled drop being clear clear drop reflecting reflection dropping slowly into the vial into the lives waiting on a scent”

No Whores in Doorways Poem

No Whores in Doorways Poem I have no whores no cigarrette butts no subway graffitti no gutsy New York or Chicago poem no Buk no pound of flesh no whores in doorways no nights spent scratching my stubble while streets are lined with derelict lives. no dirty plates just the quiet of solitude the purpose … Read more…

If There Were Reason

If there were reason then all of the atoms would line up with all of the flowers. If there were a rationale there would still be death and the need for death and the chip in the wall, the one atom out of place, which always causes everything to fall and tumble in a pile … Read more…

Two For One Sale

The chair creaks the roof doesn’t leak there is a doorway, I can see umbrellas paint and guitars and dreams The chair creaks and the winter wanes, and the trees wait patiently like this poem, wait patiently for the spring breeze to say that we made it through another winter, too warm or too cold, … Read more…

What did you do with the Money Poem

What did you do with the money the money for singing lessons? I could have drawn that. Is that your nose? You think you’re some kinda Hemingway, huh? Hey everybody over here We got us a Shakespeare. You aren’t gonna sing us another are you? Why do you do that? I will not answer you … Read more…

Soundscapes and birds eating bottle caps

Soundscapes and birds eating bottle caps confuse me We suddenly seem so small with our sonar subs which can’t find airplanes and so big with the birds eating bottle caps Party at the beach and birds eating bottle caps stupid birds don’t eat those bottle caps you stupid bird It’s plastic you idiot What’s wrong … Read more…

Dreamstreet Man poem by Dandelion de la Rue

Porch swing life in some other place moon humming happy bugs playing fiddles pies cooling by the window Down the road awhile in smokey midnight bars torchy songs low and thick red lipstick eyes closed songs for someone gone a long long time Outside slow motion saxaphone wakes the blood sends foggy feet to the … Read more…

Shoes Poem

The shoes lie on the floor with their their laces touching. One of the shoes is on its side. A third shoe has found its way and has joined the other two shoes. They have become a family of shoes, lying there with their laces intertwined watiing for me to go to bed so they … Read more…

Beautiful Flower Poem

You cannot expect to find a beautiful flower poem here. I can write nothing as beautiful as a flower. If millions read my poem every day for a million years, its beauty can last no longer than a flower lives. david michael jackson May 11, 2012