#napowrimo2021
#Do you want to come to the Beer Store?
My five-year-old self jumped in near the wheel;
(knew I'd get a Slim Jim out of the deal . . .)
Quest for Carling Black Label: flat of twenty-four.
Mt. Auburn and Belmont fork: short trip.
The hiss pull-top can sound homeward-bound;
Offered: the cold can coming round
the shady lane corner. You want a sip ?
Beer cans have a different sort of tab nowadays;
More push-in than peel-off. What I will never do:
Hand a cold can to an underage son. True,
he was just being nice. Nineteen-sixties ways . . .
Google Earth shows where the store once used to be:
"Father and Son Floorcraft", which seems funny to me.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
Following unsubstantiated reports regarding a potential news story, inhabitants of the neighborhood near what is purported to be the vicinity of the event describe seeing significant presence of both state and local law enforcement. Outside investigation and independent expert review have been brought in, according to a witness who declined to give their name on record. Sources close to the alleged whistleblower made unconfirmed allegations early Saturday, and a swift response by unnamed law enforcement agencies appears to be forthcoming. Federal and state agents are collaborating in an attempt to confirm the source or sources of the allegations. An agent wishing to remain anonymous until indictments are unsealed confirmed to KTW-TV: “we can’t say much yet but motives and identities of the perpetrators should be made known within a specified time-frame”. Residents were advised Sunday to be aware of suspicious individuals, both known and unknown, and to share suspicions or tips with local authorities through a hotline opened for that purpose. In the event that motives and identities are eventually disclosed, grief counselors and circus clowns have been alerted. Sources close to witnesses of the event maintain that a news story may have occurred.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
Yawning ocean current swallows
hollow bottles crushed for blasting
back to shore exquisite sparkles.
Grace that bears our abject sorrows
costs a change forever lasting:
birth again as broken marvels.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
Ginsberg’s boomers ramble on
Micromanaging the muse
Inflicting on poetic crowds
Futile and postmodern views.
Born of crackpot meditation,
Formless poems, hippie dreams.
Useless psychedelia-lite:
Poetry as empty as it seems.
MFA meets beatnik-Buddha
(Lord, what fools these mortals be)
Fouling the Colorado air
Forcing on us weak green tea.
Punk-rock poetry is dull—
Neo-Buddhism much worse;
Please do not conflate the two
By bigging-up your boring verse.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
#*Then they shall be afraid and ashamed
of Ethiopia their expectation and Egypt their glory*.
Isaiah 20:5
Pulsating freak anemones’
Protoplasmic revelation
Netherworld futilities:
Darwinistic thought-abortion.
Permanent Egyptian *******
Eggman dragging Pharaoh’s ark . . .
Droning superficial sondage
Rises in black light of dark.
It’s Pharoah’s sub-Erythrean grave !
Sun Ra drones within the vault;
Atonal mode that cannot save . . .
(This is all Chad Van Gaalen’s fault.)
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
Gods, you’re terrible with dice.
Playing, ignoring the price
it costs us all when you roll.
Don’t you know you’re gambling souls?
Your coin is hearts, not diamonds
to be split up for your funds.
You say you’ll share the winnings,
that in the end we’ll be kings.
But when we are merely pawns
forced to play your game in bonds,
our end sees us locked in stocks,
chained and sent to mine the blocks
for building the Capital
where you’ll sit to roll and hedge
your bets against any edge
we could ever hope to gain.
Gods, you’ve caused enough pain -
but we know your weighted die
still beats everything we try.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC