BORED ON SATURDAY
Took a taxi to the city limits
then walked back here
Charles Luden • 3-30-13 at Black Sheep Coffee
Editorial Cartoonist from South Dakota
March 30th, 2013 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
BORED ON SATURDAY
Took a taxi to the city limits
then walked back here
Charles Luden • 3-30-13 at Black Sheep Coffee
January 13th, 2013 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
Dead Man Loop
A heavy breath
Dark room
Window dirty
A broken TV
Dry flower pot
Dog skeleton in a frame
Man with a razor blade and a beer
Woman clutching a book and a Ruger
An open telephone
Deep trouble
Charles Luden • 2-10-00 • at Champps
January 11th, 2013 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
I Married A Drug Mule
That was years ago
and the tension did not end
at bedtime
nor did the fun ever begin
Morning coffee did not help
Nothing did
She left in a Buick someone else stole
Charles Luden – 12-29-11 – at Champps
From the anthology:
How can you say we are not related?
Edited by Suzanne Sunshower, 2012, scurfpeapublishing.com
December 2nd, 2012 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
MESSIER 10
The globular cluster is descending
Watch out if you can
The universe is more than
we can control
so let’s enjoy the colors
it brings and hope we are
gone before it ends
but if everlasting life is
a guarantee
then who cares
Let’s dance all night
with those that love freedom
Charles Luden • 11-23-12 at Champps
October 21st, 2012 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
This was my 2005 Arts Night donation, ‘Crossroads; Robert Johnson’.
Homage to Robert Johnson
Came up da river
playin’ my guitar
Got lost in Memphis
‘n’ lost my shoes
Gonna try to go home
if I got enough time
Gotta get away from
Memphis girls and booze
Charles Luden • 6-18-91
On a Robert Johnson postcard to Dave Peterson,
leader of Chord on Blue in which I drummed.
October 3rd, 2012 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
Don’t know what to do with the upper layer of my mind.
You know, way up there where it gets foggy.
Perhaps I’ll split the clouds with a sharp pen,
then watch ink drops dance poems into focus………
Charles Luden • 10-1-12
at M. B. Haskett Delicatessen
September 30th, 2012 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
It starts with a bleep then
two honks on the tenor sax
You don’t know if it’s 4/4 or 6/8 time yet
Then the bass comes with
strong pulses
syncopating with snare and bass drum
Sax blasts a train sound
The guitar does an airy descent and
picks up electric shock crackle
at the bottom
crescendos
and it’s off
We jump to dance
Charles Luden • 7-27-08
Inspired by Joel Shotwell performing at Touch of Europe (From my poetry archive)
September 17th, 2012 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
Drum Circle Novice
Up the lane lives a noisy girl.
Can you hear her at your place?
You live closer than I.
She bangs pots with big spoons.
Wants to be a drummer at the endless campfire
calling the spirits to wake the dead,
but actually keeping the living from sleep.
Where’s the earplugs or the cops?
Charles Luden • 8-23-12
To Achieve National Social Justice
Adjust the priorities for the people
not the power mongers
They tend to keep a lot
and suppress potential energy
Charles Luden • 8-30-12
August 16th, 2012 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
There’s a fly on my coffee cup rim.
He’s looking my way I think.
It’s hard to tell with those faceted eyes.
He probably doesn’t view me as a friend.
That’s both our losses.
Charles Luden • 8-15-12 at Haskett’s
July 8th, 2012 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
Best Ever Long Island Iced Tea
(Made by Kyle at the Limelight)
I spit the ice cube
back into the tumbler
and yelled
Turn up the jukebox!
Charles Luden • 6-7-12
THURSDAY’S DIAGNOSES (from the archives)
Right now
I feel as if
I’m on a long
bus ride thru
a city
noises in my ears
shaky stop and
start motion
with diesel fumes
all right here in the lab
it could be my cold tablets
the truck unloading at the dock
the lab vent fan whirring
and my mind becoming
even more
aware
of the small shit
Charles Luden • 4-5-01