2EH

found this note in a bottle on a Havana beach

....this is a draft...

2EH

I lie here on my bunk sailing my beloved Santana
contemplating if I should finish this scotch
Lauren is sitting on the deck smoking rolled cigs
we have just finished Key Largo and heading to Havana
Key Largo wasn't much of a film
but god dam better than To Have And Not Have
that piece of shit you wrote
a bunch of long sentences about dumb characters
you must have needed money
spitting words on the Prado
or some empty bait bucket
drunk on your boat with no vision
fishing for words
plagiarizing your agnostic god
falling to the coral below the sea
pouring another mojito
letting your emotional life
be run by rum and empty words
drifting on your fish boat without your mind
well the sun is rising Ernie
this bloody bottle is empty
and the world is still three drinks behind us
drinking ourselves to extinction
heres lookin at ya
see you in Havana

Bogie

HIGHWAY TO SAN JOAQUIN

napowrimo#30....last day for RWP .....another acrostic using...INHONOUROFRWPPOETS


HIGHWAY TO SAN JOAQUIN

in a bus on a lost dry highway
North of San Joaquin somewhere near nowhere
heading towards Dos Palos searching for words
off the beaten track on the beatnik path
never missing the missed freeways
occasionally missing the odd metaphor cafe
until we stop at the Backstreet Bar in Dos Palos
remaining strapped for cash we leave the bus
Old men in fedoras young ladies in long bamboo skirts
flashing their smile with rich paddy jaws
racing towards the crowded bar for whiskey and beer
where the bartender will read our poems
placing them beyond the reach of Ramblin Jack's
Poetry Refuge Camp
or the Big Tent Poetry Club
ejecting the wasted poems into Dylans basket
tracing our good words on his black board
so all the drunks can read as we leave for San Joaquin


with thanks..
Dana..........................bus driver
Deb............................co pilot
Nathan......................co pilot
Christine...................co pilot
Charlotte...................painter of the bus

Andy...Angie...AJV...Barbara y...Bitchy Angel...Cara...Carolee...Chanda...Chris...Dan...Derrick
Donald H...Erin...Evelyn...Francis...Gautami...Jeeves...Julie...Joanne...JD McKenzie...Leisha
Linda...Marie...Neil...Nicole...Novaheart...Pam...Rall...Rob...Robin...Red Shoe Artist...Stan Ski...
Stiletto...Shanna...Shayla...Skankin Moon...Therese...Tiel Asha
...........riding in the painted bus
...........ALL the other RWP poets following in the airconditioned bus....with more words

...........THANKS to ALL for this journey that will continue when we get the bus up and running

STANLEY CUP PLAYOFFS

napowrimo#29...Front page news from the sports page....Stanley Cup playoffs in.... hockey
another ancrostic poem using POETRY IN MOTION..


STANLEY CUP PLAYOFFS

players from both teams restless
on their skates for another win
emerging from the shadow of the last game
two teams skating along in post season
racing towards Lord stanley
yielding nothing giving more
in all their pains up to the challenge
no love no loss or gain in rivalry
making hits above the score
only to reach passsions for hockey
taking the game to another level
intensified skating after each goal
only to lose sometimes win
never looking beyonds the Cup

ARCHITECTURE

napowrimo#28...prompt is intuition or heightened awareness. My partner is dowstairs learning new Power Cadd...a huge architect program...inspired... I wrote another acrostic poem...using ARCHITECTURE and similarities with poetry.


ARCHITECTURE

Architecture lets you explore human and natuaral environments
Rythm, paradox, and simile
Communicating with all that are open
Hiding the seen showing the unseen
Intuitively landscaping the environment
Telling nothing telling all
Economizing sound and structure
Conjuring up space without images
Travelling beyond noise and space
Until a constant tension appears
Revealing something beyond
Ending inside and outside like a poem

JUNKIE ANGEL

napowrimo#27..prompt today is write an acrostic poem....put word or words vertical...then use first letter to make word and start sentence...I used my full name JOHNWAYNEPITCHKO...



JUNKIE ANGEL

Junkie angel waiting to score
On a sidewalk outside the Plaza cafe
Hasting Street Sunday night
Never wanting to come down
Waiting for her next fix
Always playing games with the narcs
Young hooker hooked on junk
Never conserving always wasted
Eating her body with a twisted black spoon
Punctured with another dirty needle
In her broken down vein
Telling everyone to fuck off
Calling for help from everyone who doesn't care
Hugging the dark reflecions from the bloody sidewalk
Killing herself slowly with all the other hypes
Only caring for her next fix

Baseball in Havana

napowrimo#26........getting scrappy...from a scrap of an old poem not finished
this is a draft


BASEBALL IN HAVANA


no pesos
I toss a baseball into
Central Park Havana
a slider
high and inside

SUNDAY MORNING

napowrimo#25


SUNDAY MORNING

slow slumberous Sunday
without breathless sleep
opening our eyes to the somber sunrise
and the fiber art on the wall
falling through the crisp linen
into the light feathers of discovery
revealing a clutch grab of abstractgion
drinking our moorning tea
with silence