The Ugly Table (#21)
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I don’t enjoy singing to a stranger on their birthday.
Will I get you a free dessert? Sure.
Do I want to sing to you? No.
Eat your ice cream and leave quietly into the night.
S. L. Ehrisman (c) 1/7/11
Poetry
Poetry Club w/ Charles Luden
The Mind Moves
I turned the page
Before finishing the last line
Voiding a sequence to come
Words overused
Under dreamed
Charles Luden • 1-1-11 • at Black Sheep
A Sacrificial Text
He translated it
Burned it
Then pissed into the fire
Charles Luden • 1-1-11 • at Black Sheep
The Ugly Table (#20)
SEPARATE CHECKS.
Do middle-aged women who eat out together ever pick up the tab for each other?
Nope.
S. L. Ehrisman (c) 1/6/11
Poetry Club w/ Charles Luden
When you say you want to be a better person, do you mean:
Medically (or biologically)
Physically
Spiritually
Economically
Mentally
Honestly
Musically
Artistically
Politically
or just to be a better driver?
Charles Luden • 1-3-11 • at Michelle’s
Poetry Club w/Charles Luden
The Last New Year’s Eve at the Pomp Room
Did you come for the burning,
or only to smell the highly amped guitars:
a crackle, some quavers,
sweat under the stage lights?
Torment yourself no longer.
Breathe deep and shake that ass free form,
to hell with the beat and booze.
And at 2 AM zoom your motor
for those that want to take you,
for those more lonesome than the hobo.
Charles Luden • 12-11-98 & 1-13-99 at Champps & E. 10th Hardee’s
Note: This took place Dec 31, 1998. I studied the place for years prior to this night: the music, the people, the rum and Cokes. This was written in two sessions, distilling the Pomp Room’s last night.