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He didn't want him
He wanted her
He tried to kiss him
But he only wanted her
At Martha's Vineyard
She left her fur
By a graveyard with Allen Ginsberg
They said he could have his hair back
That he already had let go
But he'd already given up tobacco
So, you see the king
He wore a diamond ring
His son's wife could not sing.
Auto-tone. On his phone he's a queen.
Obviously, it's a phony diamond you see.
So, there you have it
That's that.
What a stupid, stupid hat.
She had a snake
Named snake
For Heaven's sake
I had mushroom tea
And knew immediately
It wasn't a reflection on me
The vineyard was blonde
And I only wanted red
Starting off on Burgundy
Then dusty stuffy cocaine
With the Omega's what's her name
On a frat mattress on North Allen Lane
It's all alive, you know
Come and see for yourself
We'll be down at Zeno's
🌹John Alan Conte' Jr.
October 20 - 22, 2025
Good wishes,
John
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Wednesday, October 22, 2025
Tuesday, October 21, 2025
Shakespeare’s America _ new poetry October 2025
Shakespeare's America
500 pages later
On a rainy Sunday
I still don't know who he is
His name, Jack Fate, or
Yeah, it changes everyday
I guess that's show-biz
But it's there for sure
Gazing into a glass door
It's fall. You're planting bulbs
For reward in Spring's resolve
A warm day for Autumn Leaves
When Spring comes, I'll believe
I knew this day in a way
Like a man I don't want to know
Everybody should be free, yes
So let it bleed or let it be, I guess
I'm going to continue reading on
Listening to keep on keeping on
Hands on fire at the guitar
In Minnesota, baby, I'm a star
Grew-up around iron all of my life
Selling custom iron gates to feed a wife
🌹John Alan Conte' Jr.
October 19, 2025
#shakespeare #america #Shakespeare'sAmerica
#new #poem #poetrycommunity #writer #writing #amwri̇ti̇ng #october #fall #autumn #poetry
500 pages later
On a rainy Sunday
I still don't know who he is
His name, Jack Fate, or
Yeah, it changes everyday
I guess that's show-biz
But it's there for sure
Gazing into a glass door
It's fall. You're planting bulbs
For reward in Spring's resolve
A warm day for Autumn Leaves
When Spring comes, I'll believe
I knew this day in a way
Like a man I don't want to know
Everybody should be free, yes
So let it bleed or let it be, I guess
I'm going to continue reading on
Listening to keep on keeping on
Hands on fire at the guitar
In Minnesota, baby, I'm a star
Grew-up around iron all of my life
Selling custom iron gates to feed a wife
🌹John Alan Conte' Jr.
October 19, 2025
#shakespeare #america #Shakespeare'sAmerica
#new #poem #poetrycommunity #writer #writing #amwri̇ti̇ng #october #fall #autumn #poetry
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