The Bohemian Poet

Michael Paul Ladanyi's work has been published worldwide in online a print poetry magazines. He is a three-time Pushcart Prize Nominee, and has served on the editorial boards of several magazines. He is also the author and/or co-author of nine books of poetry. Contact Michael Paul Ladanyi at poet_ladanyi@yahoo.com

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

not everything i say has to make sense or have a name for that matter

i judged myself too harshly
by you
you never said a word
i know
i said enough to fill
your silences
didn’t know you had not
said anything
did you?
not to worry
no big deal
it wasn’t your fault
honestly
it’s not you
it’s me
good thing you
don’t know who
you are
else you would
read this
and think me
dangerous

(Copyright (c) 2004 Kristi Swadley. Originally appeared in Ygdrasil, December 2004.)

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Color Deaf (Michael Paul Ladanyi)

and now you’ve had your fun---
so where’s your conscious?
1-2-3-4, your isms are standing blue
in fish-dead rows,

your piss-riddled nostrums
are bastarding our
trace-of-your-face children.
who do you love?

this public service announcement
to your red/machine/western/war-moon---

what

is

black

wetness,

is lost beneath your

adam-apple

feet.

who do you love?

your stammer-mouth ghosts are host
to everything you bleed,
are june’s sitar curvature.

what’s in your war-fucking name?

our acoustic every-where’s
are lost to your discovery;
we are in pain over song-sung
wove-n-spun days---

we

are

azure

pain---

sinequanon our eyes become color deaf.

(Copyright (C) 2006 Michael Paul Ladanyi.)

Monday, February 06, 2006

Universe Portals


GIRAFFES HAVE SHORTCOMINGS

toto, he is a chain in your dyslexia cloud in my teeth
everyday, no green photographers
im good politically with jabs of i have to go

force the race girl to chank this hassle spam
your fins hassle the beardless red zebra
i feed it rabbi sandals for good luck

your adverb was oceanography
your operas were torn
buy a fish in gods bathroom

fifty pageants dont matter
the toad sentences offended by the theme skies
babes belong to an overworked radish

whisper to my spore, whisper to chinese weather
beanbag hunk, blurred closet face polo

am i the chinese dog in your curlers?
blind in a car in the warfield
my thermometer trembles

the lighthouses roundest brunette
her measles witty helix snowing mumbling almonds
outsider giraffes have shortcomings as implants

dakota is shredding papa in your haircut beetle pushbutton

donna kuhn 2006