Entries Tagged 'Chuck Luden' ↓
February 2nd, 2016 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
My Dominatrix Died (A)
A cold day here
Tears warm my cheeks
No one to wear the black mesh
Closed closet door
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My Dominatrix Died (B)
A cold day
No one to wear black mesh
Tears warm my cheeks
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My Dominatrix Died (C)
Empty black mesh
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The above all written at Black Sheep Coffee.
Many possible variations await discovery.
December 12th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography, Railroads, Sioux Falls
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.
November 25th, 2015 — Chuck Luden
Trippy stuff from anominous
October 30th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
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
July 18th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Jazzfest, Poetry
On the Edge of JazzFest
Hot porta potty
Charles Luden • 7-17-15 • at Yankton Trail Park
May 24th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography, Poetry
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
May 18th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
Larry 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
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.
May 6th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry, Sioux Falls
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
May 2nd, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
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
March 29th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
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