Pete's Poetry

Sitting at Starbucks

Posted by in A little Burst o Truth, Caffeinated Contemplations, My Travels, Poems

(this is not about Starbucks the ubiquitous; it’s about a certain place, certain personalities, people that know my drink and have my mug at the ready, people that are happy to see me — that Starbucks in Itaewon central, that Starbucks is gone now…) Every day, laptop laden, I make my way to inspiration way, a soft-cushion destination for some deep-seated thought. Sitting at Starbucks, half aware of the chatter of the chit-chat girls And the coffee shop gangnam guys The table circles The pseudo art, the big green sign…read more

The Bag Lady and the Union Man

Posted by in A little Burst o Truth, Poems

A lot of people don’t realize what’s happening to us… What’s happening to the middle class, to the working class, to the blue-collar class, to me, to you, to the union man. A lot of people forget because they want only to forget: Hey bag lady You old bag You hag You’re a drag Bag lady Hey bag lady Sitting on the bus Trying to discuss All you do is cuss Stay away from us Bag lady Hey bag lady When you nag Nag Nag For a fag Or a…read more

I wear them for the characters that come out with full force… I wear them by mood of course.

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…To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction

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