Chuck Luden

Poetry Club w/ Charles Luden

The  Mind  Moves

I turned the page
Before finishing the last line
Voiding a sequence to come
Words overused
Under dreamed

Charles Luden • 1-1-11 • at Black Sheep

A  Sacrificial  Text

He translated it
Burned it
Then pissed into the fire

Charles Luden • 1-1-11 • at Black Sheep

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

The Last New Year’s Eve at the Pomp Room

Did you come for the burning,

or only to smell the highly amped guitars:

a crackle, some quavers,

sweat under the stage lights?

Torment yourself no longer.

Breathe deep and shake that ass free form,

to hell with the beat and booze.

And at 2 AM zoom your motor

for those that want to take you,

for those more lonesome than the hobo.

Charles Luden • 12-11-98 & 1-13-99 at Champps & E. 10th Hardee’s

Note: This took place Dec 31, 1998.  I studied the place for years prior to this night: the music, the people, the rum and Cokes.  This was written in two sessions, distilling the Pomp Room’s last night.

Merry Christmas with the Blues Bashers and Chuck Luden

CHRISTMAS  ESCAPE

I’m in orbit

You know what I mean

Like gone man

The music sends me there

Where is she?

I’m walking alone

Perpetual what?

There yeah now

Wow!

The 4th note

Drone

Charles Luden, 10-18-08 at Latitude 44 • inspired by The Blues Bashers

Note: One night after a poetry reading at the Horse Barn some of us went to Grille 26.  I opened my notebook and read this poem to the group.  Another poet at the table (M.J.) said, “What does that have to do with X-mas?” I guess my Christmases are unique. – C.L.