Who Are The Comrades Drinking Rum In The Bushes?
Let me relive this moment tomorrow
Today is too soon to repeat anguish
over empty glasses
The group scatters suddenly
due to gooey mud in the hole
and bright lights to the east
A gift for you I have
a voice from the loudspeaker barks
Run!
We did
Now nothing
    Charles Luden • 9-15-16 • at Granite City
Charles Luden sent me these cool photos today, thought I would share;
Scott,
I shot these in 1974 in Denver at a small club named Ebbets Field. Tom Waits opened for Roger McGuinn. It was a great show. Roger’s 1st solo LP and Tom’s 2nd LP were recently released. A priceless event. – C.L.
“If you’re determined to get here you can make it,” Luden said.
The Blood of a Dog Clots in the Snow
My friend you are weary almost gone
limping in the apocalyptic winter
from memory to imagination
of airstrikes in the desert of forgiveness
Each day we had was so real
your soft fur my petting hands
our walks and runs along the mighty Sioux River
in search of glee
It worked
Now I have tears as you give me
one last yelp
Charles Luden • 1-14-16• at Granite City
I love this poem, reminds me of my Sodapop
My  Dominatrix  Died  (A)
A cold day here
There too
Tears warm my cheeks
No one to wear the black mesh
Closed closet door
Charles Luden
1-28-16
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My  Dominatrix  Died  (B)
A cold day
No one to wear black mesh
Tears warm my cheeks
Charles Luden
1-28-16
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My  Dominatrix  Died  (C)
Cold day
Tears
Empty black mesh
Memories
Charles Luden
1-30-16
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The above all written at Black Sheep Coffee.
Many possible variations await discovery.
l3wis