Fri 19 Mar 2010
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Chuck, with some guy from a band called ‘Cracker’ (is that you Sy, or do you go to the same hair stylist?)
The night is as long
as the pants
but time is nothing
but a passage from here to there
then why
is it important
to remember
if no one
sees the first time
there or here?
Charles Luden
3-16-10
at the Horse Barn
Thu 25 Feb 2010
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Mon 15 Feb 2010
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One for the Artist Steven D. Larson
Dusty Springfield sings
“The Windmills of Your Mind”
on the car squawker
She means…
Shit what does she mean?
A car approaches
Continues by
The driver stares dead ahead
The passenger, she waves
then looks away
Dusty sings another
Charles Luden
12-31-09
at Champps
Beautiful Art on the Wall
Oh
It’s smeared
Charles Luden
2-20-10
Thu 4 Feb 2010
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Thu 28 Jan 2010
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FOOT BALL
Screams of the fans
An oil is needed
It is rum
Charles Luden
12-31-09
(at Champps)
Literary Query, the Lazy Reader
What does it mean when you say this book
has some really good stuff in it and then
you put it on the shelf and never read it?
Charles Luden
12-31-09
Mon 18 Jan 2010
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The Day I Decided to Write
I was going to tell you something
weird about myself
but didn’t know where
to begin
Charles Luden
1-14-10
Wed 30 Dec 2009
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At the Paramount
Next week is next year
the clown woman bubbled
into my ear
as I stirred a dirty martini
and checked in the mirror
for butterflies
Charles Luden
12-29-09
Tue 22 Dec 2009
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How a Chemist Amuses Himself in the Off Hours
I’m developing the formula for a festive cocktail
to be named The Hemorrhoid Screamer.
All I can reveal now is that hot spice is involved.
Standby for Mexican toothaches in the new year!
Charles Luden
12-22-09
Image, People of Walmart.com
Mon 30 Nov 2009
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Mood Swing Tea
Sugar Plum Fairy dancing at Christmas time
Comes back to the radio out of time
Black pants ass on red green grass
Coming home
Women tied me up and down
Smoking into the rotary phone
Something crazy’s goin’ on
Callin’ me on and on
No one sees the closed window
But the Diaspora’s own
Charles Luden
11-29-09
Tue 17 Nov 2009
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Using Your 150,000 Dollar Education
The turd scalpel is on the lab bench.
The specimen is frozen.
The technician slices,
Records “gray-brown” in the lab book.
Charles Luden
11-11-09
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