HEY I WAS ALRIGHT, THEN CAME THE REVOLUTION
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Authors Note
May 8, 2023
On publishing ‘The Story Of X‘ here on The Circus And The Zoo blog site:
I’ll do my best to post a new page every day until the entire 65 or so pages are published here on this blog. I will also revise the text to correct any spelling or grammatical errors from the original typed manuscript. And publish the corrected collection as a hard copy to make it publicly available on Amazon.
After the Story of X is completely published here, I will begin on another completed novella I have called the Story of O. It is a Science Fiction story composed of several different continuing short stories. In the 1990’s it was collected and composed into one amazing and prophetic epic. Back in 2012 I wrote the accompanying film screenplay called ‘Seven Lost‘. Seven Lost has a web page, a Twitter Feed, as well as a Facebook page. All still in early development. The work continues . . .
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FJL
AMBIGUOUS INTUITIVE
Four chicken score ramps in the way
of the eunuch
stamps of post-modern obliquity
charming prince, desperate pauper
what function have you ordered?
Misaligned wisdom
seldom sought aspiration
as if a wind were ever
so weary
to take off your charms
and hold tight on the sable
asking if freedom
so fleeting.
Resolute hero
your mask has been
shaken
your armor
no longer so squeaking
when opens the farmer
his hand on his daughter
and mothers run
for the steeple.
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:from Poems 2001
ROAMING RUINS
‘on the streets of Rome the roads are paved with desire’
In a small cafe in Rome
sit I in my latte espresso,
bonjourno.
The streets are hills
where all roads lead.
A gas pump
pumps the smell of petrol
young girls in their skin tights
old men dream, cry
reshape a future
no longer theirs.
In business they give nothing away
the begging is stealing
and the prize vanishes
once your hungry fingers
touch
a sparkling light invisible.
Where do the signals
of the hustling bustling strada
direct the lost and wandering
without direction?
Without stars or visions
or love
or money?
Without the future of an anchored past?
Without a cigarette to hold
between two fingers.
Without smoke to hide
heated passions
never found.
Buzzing boys on scooters
and girls on motorcycles
swarming worker bees
pace the afternoon air
directing the incessant
active backdrop stage of noise
for ice cream eating aging beauties
tongue licking spinning ice cream cones
spinning vanilla upper lip memories
of once best nights satisfied
yet even now
never happy.
Where did your gas pump stop spinning?
When did it stop pumping
fairy tale novels romance?
Holy sister keeps the steeple bells ringing
where all else pulses silent
hushed by the smiles of bright blue skies
turned dark and cloudy black.
Where did your pump stop pumping?
When did your wars become death star battles?
Why has the diamond sky never lit your way?
The graffiti walls do not conceal any answers.
The petrol smell pump
keeps every designer baby carriage rolling.
The pulsating sirens gift only more questions.
What does the business meeting want?
Love.
What does the endless night desire?
Love.
What does the greed of possession refuse to give?
Love.
Where do you buy your next human touch?
From pigeons lonely for the next crumb.
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f. j. llorente
Rome, Italy
April 7, 2017
NEW POETRY COLLECTION NOW ON AMAZON!!!!!!!
Exciting news!!! ‘The Treasure of Forgotten Island, A Poetry Collection‘ is now published and available to the public on Amazon.com. The collection of over 60 poems and 11 paintings is a treasure . . . Â packed with treasures for any poetry reader or art lover. Order your full color copy of the book today, or if you just want to read the poems, order the black and white paperback, or pick up the Kindle e-version. Then let me know what you think. Enjoy!
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