who says this thing is a
value play?
Sacrifice Sacramento
bunt play send Santo
Santa brings christmas
me with the milk and cookies —
An old poem w/ coup d'etat in it...
Author: johnbrandall
John Randall is a writer living in Missouri. His interests include camping, running, walking, cutting and burning wood, messing around with magnets, foraging, and listening to podcasts, many of them about baseball.
That Old Table with the Orange Chairs
an ashtray from africa made of elephant’s tuskmaybe not elephant’s tusk I don’t know three PBRcans a trippel o’mara’s irish cream seeds: parsley cilantro arugula mint rosemary lavender basil a plastic slide-loc bagw/ raisins an empty water glass which you take &are filling up now a napkin w/ charcoal stains a spoonthe same remote razor blade old & dull razor bladenew & sharp st. louis football cardinals glass w/ice cubes long since past a dictionary & thesaurus I justfeel disconnected it don’t mean much drink some water you saycandles midsummer night’s dream a flame how’dyou get “no” outta that? alexander, no, better this timeandrew jackson rolled up upon himself two pairs of glassesthe word games post-dispatch candle warmer lamp w/o alampshade camel lights notebooks a waterglass tourney brackets nowcrystals popping dryingenjoy the bump in the road it might be the last.
Leaving Aus-town
Actually, my knee is aching, and so is my back. I’ve been packing things. Got up at 4:34. The garbage truck. Did you hear it? Banging mechanical arm, squealing brakes, beeping as it backs up. That’s the last time I’ll ever hear it. I’m drinking some iced coffee. Ate a slice of toast with peanut butter. Have showered, taken the pizza box to the trash, updated my blog. Wow, I’m nearly ready to start drinkin’ again though it’s only 8:50.
Bad heartburn, though. Need to get some meds for that, pepto or Immodium, Tagamet? Don’t think I’ve ever had Tagamet. Drinking some water. Was not dehydrated this morning although I rinsed out four cans of Guinness, a bottle of pinot grigio, a couple Red Hook IPAs, a Bud Light, a big Lagunitas IPA, and our highball glasses...
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The Art Vote
Index card.Assyrian, Joseph the. I guess that’s what’s meantabout someone from Syria,or what used to be Syria. My yellow more pure isthan commercial cake.Summer watermelon,two kinds of seeds of.One will grow in me,the other will growto my new life become. Activists have alreadyto court taken this poemso don’t worry so. I am waking to wake … Continue reading The Art Vote
Rush baby
I gave allof the Red Sox arm bands20 good workouts before I decided:the Chinese equivalent is better. Advertise an earthquake.No one buys painexcept to buy it off.Scramble dollarsto shootparity down.Only organ transplant helicoptersalso die in the process. Eider down,sea level up. The weight you've lostwill grow backlike a hungry neutronwhen the Inuitwear designer sunglassesmade out … Continue reading Rush baby
The Tropics
Every summer I learn the constellations over again. Like tonight I thought hey I’ll camp out, let the white light of stars freckle my forehead. And under the meshof my tent I think all sorts of things as I oglethose way-out stars. Where I’ve been lately,and how I came to be here now. This is the Dominican Republic, this is New Amsterdam. This night a dark little … Continue reading The Tropics
Stand by Me, Later
Let’s talk socially.The people you live close to can hear you through the hills.I never wanted to bring theto bring the bag of chips to your party toto feel the cold of your doorknob.The bag is empty but for saltat the bottom. The bottom ispre-hypertension. So be.Relax. Digging for pennies underthe porch isn’t a bad idea.Just don’t find … Continue reading Stand by Me, Later
Once upon a time in Belleville
But I hide behind the spa I had installed.Gravel and country clubs and khoury league.Stoners in the high schools,Businesses long ago come and go.East end, west end — what’s the difference.It’s not city, it’s not country. What is it?People call it Bellevue. They’re like, “Oh yeah, you’re from Bellevue….”Sometimes I correct them.Fast food, soft serve, … Continue reading Once upon a time in Belleville
Word sketch #7
Laptop sideshow Bob marine monkey rail ghost town Santa Rosa sound line jumpers Lovers of the land ticking clock summer broken windowsthe last grain of sand I cannot count forever & what then?
Metaphysical sketch #1
Pervasive lifeis the height of chaos.And curiosity.—The loss of heat to spaceis entropyand so ash order;—We wait againto bubble up as life.Call it energy if you like...Using ourselves as another ending,the next new beginning;—
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