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Poetry Club with Chuck Luden

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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.

Photo Club with Chuck Luden

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Our $27,000,000.00 dollar purchase!

A former (?) city employee nails it on TIF’s and the ridiculous RR purchase downtown;

The city’s railroad property deal has been completed at a cost of $27 million to the American taxpayer, which equates to $69 per square foot. It’s not too hard to determine who received the best part of this deal and why Congress eliminated earmark legislation.

Tax incentive financing may have been needed to jump start downtown, but it is probably no longer needed. The footprint of those entities, who enjoy all of the city services but pay no taxes, continues to expand at the expense of the taxpayer.

In the event that we cannot receive a fair market value for the property, or if we cannot build without tax incentives, the best use for the property might be a park. At least that would provide some type of benefit to the general public.

I have a better idea, we rescind on the whole deal.

Happy Holidays

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Trippy stuff from anominous

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Poetry Club w/Mr. Luden

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Poem of Escape
When I call if the first word I say is Good-bye
it’s a sign I’m going on vacation to Mississippi
to watch waterfowl and tourists
stare at moving clouds
Charles Luden
3-12-15

Poet Chuck Luden sums up JazzFest

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On the Edge of JazzFest

Hot wind
Hot pants
Hot microphone
Hot drums
Hot porta potty
Charles Luden • 7-17-15 • at Yankton Trail Park

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

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Ernie November in the early days (Photo: Charles Luden)

(On  Philosophers)  (On  Zealots)

I have a slight understanding of a few things
but don’t know much
Just put in earplugs when they preach
Charles Luden • 4-16-15 • at Granite City

Poetry Club with the Ludeness!

Sunbird LoungeLarry  The  Z’s  Mandolin

Still  Evokes  A  Memory

Saw BZ on bass at the Sunbird Lounge last night

Remember you on mandolin at the J&M years ago

So many nights between those events

Nations have born and died

But the power chord and

Slippery mojo workout remain

Charles Luden

                          March 3, 2000

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Note: Larry the Z is Larry Zierath

BZ is Butch Zierath

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The above poem is a sequel to one in my first book Virgin Death published in 1977.

The poem is:

Larry  The  Z’s  Mandolin  Evokes  A  Memory

Your mandolin rings my ears

Like an old Gypsy dancer, once.

She came up and pinched me

Since we spoke not so much.

I remember her nervous hand

Which she probably didn’t want.

Charles Luden

Chuck Luden’s poem about naming rights . . .

I don’t like selling naming rights for public places.

I don’t like changing street names or other place names.

I like strip joints and rock n roll in general.
For specifics call me.
 
                     Charles Luden • 2-20-15
Also, NPR had a great piece on the ‘Mars’ South Dakota Ads.

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

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A  Bang  Bang  Morning  Missive

I know you want to do the humpty dance, but can you?

If you ain’t strutting your stuff, what are you doing?

Last night did you go flyin’ without leaving the airport?

Now it’s morning and peaches are the breakfast fruit.

How did the rags get in the garbage without being used?

How did you polish that thing off standing alone by the window?

What did you mean when you said it’s not Christmas and it’s not cold?

Does that matter today if there’s no convertible waiting?

How old are you if you don’t remember the beast in the wagon?

Who are you?

Charles Luden • 3-14-15 • at Black Sheep

Poetry Club w/Chuck Luden

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Early  Morning  Report

I just got a spam message from Dorothy Boom.

To avoid a real boom I deleted it unread like maybe blue.

Yep, it’s gone down some dark drain on my screen’s left.

Will never know Dorothy’s real noise or true color,

a special time perhaps missed only imagined.

Charles Luden • 03-28-15 • at Black Sheep