Poetry Archives - Los Angeles Post-Examiner

The Pizza Poem 2.0

A friend from the old days, Kurt, reminded me of the “Pizza Poem” that was in the first issue of

Sometimes he comes down from the bridge where they hanged him. He comes, still walking with that shuffle, as if

Black marks, blacks scars Lines that are tributes to the stars Reoccuring phrases call for mercy The blank eyes remain

Halloween Somewhere in town tonight, a woman is discovering her inner Sexy Pirate. This is not to be confused with

10 p.m. Emeryville, California Amtrak Station the city of Oz across the bay but why pass up a cab you

The ground was warm You pressed your palms upon the earth hands retracted and with them dirt Touching your face,

This poem is dedicated to those with borderline personality disorder. He was your love, your rock, your life’s delight, And

If I wanted to meet someone beautiful, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone sensual,

I first met Laurie Bembenek in the late 1980s while she was serving a life sentence for killing her husbands’