Imagine Jean Cocteau in the lobby holding a torch Imagine a trained dog act, a Rock and Roll Band Imagine I am Curly of the Three Stooges disguised as Wm Shakespeare Imagine that I'm the cousin of the Mayor of New York or the King of Nepal (I didn't say Napoleon!) Imagine what it is like to be in the glare of hot lights when you are longing for dark corners Imagine the Ghost Patrol, the Tribal Orchestra -- Imagine an elephant playing a harmonica or someone weighing out bones on the edge of the desert in Afghanistan Imagine that these poems are recorded moments of temporary sanity Imagine that the clock was just turned back -- or forwards -- a hundred years instead of an hour Let us pretend that we have no place to go, that we are here in the Cosmic Hotel, that our bags are packed & that we have one hour to checkout time Imagine whatever you will but know that it is not imagination but experience which makes poetry, and that behind every image, behind every word there is something I am trying to tell you, something that really happened.
I noticed I couldn't find any poetry by the great Ira Cohen. I'm compelled to add so very ******* much more to this website.