In the same bar That overlooks the river By which I grew up I’ve talked to a bartender from San Francisco Who moved here out of financial necessity And hated it here, I’ve heard doctors and lawyers Who were in the mood for lobster And so went to Maine for the weekend, I’ve seen gorgeous, […]

I believe in something. But why should I use it to oppress others? What would it have to do with this foreground We face every day? What I believe in Is constant and unchanging, Like the ground on which I walk. It’s like “The Moon is down” by John Prine, It’s an immovable object, A […]

I pressed my moistened, Defiantly mundane visage To the summer camp, To the baseball game, To the rock concerts, . Er, I’ll emaciate my presence, You’ll see, I stifle the gods with… . With… . ALABASTER… . And now alabaster will be the focal point Of this transcript-fulfilling endeavor here Which I am currently quantifying […]

Across the street From a Harding’s In a small, suburban town near here Sits a bookstore, fairly small, Full of dirt-cheap, used books, And, as far as I know, No new ones. . The owner is the son of the original owner, Who was once an overweight man With a grey Walter Raleigh mustache. . […]