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Litterateur
November 2020
Flame O’
Michael D. Amitin
Poet and musician, Michael D. Amitin travelled the roads of the American West
from California- east through the smoky burgs and train depot diners of
Western Colorado, where he lived before moving to Paris, France.
Recently named International Beat Poet Laureate 2020-2021, Amitin's poems
have been published in California Quarterly, Poetry Pacific, North of Oxford,
PoetryontheLake, and others.
Slid up the Himalayas Bouys of silver tones bobbing yesteryear’s
Got down to the top of his breathe sea
Golden flame, flower shaded Chirping seeds, yardbirds, kinks
Purple road snaking exhaust When my
exhaled Bottled bootstraps unhinged
Paradise, no waiting lines
Scaled awkward mountain
Woke up from wondering Slipped all the way down there
What i could become I want to live in a Doris Day movie
Ran Seen enough pain
To marinate a rising tide
Doublebass roll
Monk-a coco Maria Callas sing me home Vissi d'arte
Burlesque circus streams
Stride vapor pianos
Nothing-left-of me winds Fire night borneo walkers
Clouds a purple train sky Velvet warm mantras spokes from silent
wharfs
Faraway from icy rivers Dark star taverns
In my walking cane, ferryboat Caverns of winds, wired night mind
rhapsody highways
Silent stars where I’ll Rest my case
