September Song
Autumn leaves falling like molested dreams
Electric yellow like Tibetan seams
I love you sight unseen
Without the green
On you I lean
In good or bad
Joyous or sad
Perhaps too much will
Throw you under the bus
September save me
Sing me a song of sand
Bringing love to my land
Ninth month slinging hand
To the voice in my band
Fall tears drinking German beers
Football going long
Like the poem in this song
We are strong without a bong
Imagination never getting a gong
September Salsa
I am in a September state of mind
Catching stares as I get along
Rinsing glimpses
As I write this poem
Slow and easy like
A New Orleans song
Deep and dry like
A California wrong
Walking Times Square
On a leash so long
My September state of mind
Never in a bind
Like the well dined
No grind
I am one of a kind
Galloping blind
Already signed
I am one hell of a find
On the black
Where play is lined
God maligned
Howl Down the Hallway
Here at Grand Valley Healthcare Center
In Van Nuys, CA
He screams day and night
Not looking for a fight
"Help"
"Help"
This boy belongs on yelp
His song heartfelt
On a pew knelt
"Help"
"Help"
Yelling on his bed
Where he is fed
Probably named Ted
"Help"
"Help"
He will caterwaul
Into September fall
Unless he is given an answer
For I would cry too
If I had no legs and
Had to beg a nurse named Meg for pegs
"Help"
"Help"
Drama unfolding
Soap opera unyielding
No one answering
Towel over his waist
Like Spearmint toothpaste
Out Now: TIN TULIP, my 36th book (32nd collection of poetry) published by Four Feathers Press in Pasadena.
The tome contains 35 poems on and about pornography.
Publisher and Editor Don Kingfisher Campbell hit this one out of the park.
The book is on sale for $10 plus $6 for the skyrocketing price of shipping and handling for a total of $16,
Simply snail mail a check made out to Radomir Luza to:
Radomir Luza,
6300 Lankershim Boulevard,
Apt.#321,
North Hollywood, CA 91606-3540
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