Ted Croner Music from her breast, vibratingSoundseared into burnished velvet.Silent hips deceiving fools.Rivulets of trickling ecstacyFrom the alabaster pools of JazzWhere music cools hot souls.Eyes more articulately silentThan Medusa's thousand tongues.A bridge of eyes, consenting smilesreveal her presence singingOf cool remembrance, happy ballsWrapped in swingingJazzHer music...Jazz. Poem: "jazz chick" by BOB KAUFMAN
DAWN – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HÔTEL LA LOUISIANE BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU
"i'm screaming, i met you this wayyou're nice to me like iceplease, please, Baby Lemonade" - Syd Barrett, "Baby Lemonade" …& yr pink lagunas in the sky at dawn like a timeless south american landscapeyr quivering fingers stained w/ nicotine & orgasmyr insomniac flowers's eyes still dripping w/ last nite's dreamsyr morning breath sprouting from …
I AM NOTHING I WANT EVERYTHING 1 – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HÔTEL LA LOUISIANE BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU
i am nothing i want everything - wine visions love sex ecstasy - the hotel room fills up with foreign chants - i've no idea where i am but the strange certainty i am a coal-seam fire in the dark playing russian roulette with Time over a bottle of rouge cigarettes old divorces & memorable …
PARIS POETS STORM THE MYTHICAL HOTEL LA LOUISIANE!
PARIS POETS & guests storm the mythical parisian hotel LA LOUISIANE with a series of poems, videos, and artworks. PARIS POETS & invités animent le mythique hôtel parisien LA LOUISIANE avec une série de poèmes, vidéos et artworks. Henrik Aeshna/Eros en Feu sur le toit de l hôtel La Louisiane, 2020 Artist headquarters, the hotel …
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POSTCARD FROM AMERICA & OTHER POEMS, BY HOWIE GOOD
Postcard from America The smells of old cooking fires cling to their clothes and hair. I’ve been warned not to look too closely at their faces. “Let us in,” they beg. They swear for the ten thousandth time that they're deserving. We like to think we’re like peace-loving Switzerland, just without all those cows and …
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