Derek R. Audette
From the liner notes of 'Alive In The House Of The Monkey King', Published by GatorDawg Promotions:
Derek R. Audette has been called one of Canada’s most promising and potentially important young artists. He was born in Hull, Quebec Canada to a French Canadian father and English Canadian mother in June of 1971. Throughout his entire life he has lived either in the city of Ottawa, Ontario or somewhere within the surrounding rural area. He is an accomplished musician and his work as a painter in abstract styles; photographer, and a maker of short films have also achieved recognition. Alive In The House Of The Monkey King is Derek R. ... more »
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Derek R. Audette Poems
I once knew a man named Dada Haiku he wrote the worst
The Shortest Poem Ever Written
The shortest poem ever written was a poem that just said: “A”
If John Kerry Were A Breakfast
If John Kerry were a breakfast, what would he be like? Not all that tasty, I suspect, but still a hell of a lot better than
Alive In The House Of The Monkey King
Alive in the house of the monkey king, whilst the trumpets moan and a buffet is set before me, whilst virgins tend to my needs
A Cigarette From Frank
I used to work for a charity organization; I didn’t volunteer or anything, they gave me a job, a paying job.
Harry Potter, What Up With You?
Harry Potter’s an enigma. His forehead bears a peculiar stigma. Yet there’s a question I’ve often pondered, a complex query which no puzzle surpasses:
The City Is Short Today
The city is short today and it can’t be anymore than just a few blocks wide today and the city is grey today,
May I So Ever Hope
I am yes, and you are no, and between the two, we both might show, how man can dream his dream so well, and find the magic within the spell.
Bukowski Ate My Liver
Bukowski ate my liver! I would never have believed it, if I were not right there when it happened.
Apparently, My Poetry Sucks
Many people tell me that my poetry is awful, and,
Ever On: The Illusion Is Woven
And so the world continues to spin, and events cascade across the semi-present awareness of man, just as they always do.
Soon You Will Be Coming Home
“Not to worry.” said a voice, in a dream. “Not to worry.”
One Must Wonder
One must wonder at the beauty of the universe, be it formed by design or accident,
Cigarettes & Bourbon
I sit here, sipping bourbon, smoking a cigarette, wonderfully sleazy saxophone jazz
I once knew a man
named Dada Haiku
poetry I have ever read
but at least
his poems were always
'Shit is more!
That's my philosophy.'
he would always say