POP-UP POETRY
(’83 - ’18) Originally I called this piece
“RANDOM POETRY,’ - I had the nasty habit of
ambushing friends & getting them to participate
in sort of instant poems. This one I wrote with
accomplished pianist & accordionist
Ms. Ruth Judkowitz. (her lines start
with an *)
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- No honey in the joint,,,
- no joint to call my own,
- only black coffee -
* Pump that chemical euphoria
* into my brain…
* keep me awake, alert,
* for the Electric Tribesmen…
- Is it true that uppers are downers?
- That nacho is but a macho with an ‘n’?
* And the busboy’s named Luís…
- and who knows, his T-shirt
- might have a hole in it too! ///
* So he can escape…
* a hole is the most perfect
* geometric shape,
- in this unique verse.
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