It took two stones butat least I got one. At least I got one of 'em. At first I was tryingto kill two of 'emwith just one stonebut it wasn’t working.
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.
Bye Bye, George
I was in the local dive
when the President walked in.
We talked,
but not about politics.
He said something
about a banana having
a good youth form.
I was like
Good youth form what the hell is that.
He said about how
a horse could have a good youth form.
We really just shot the shit.
It was fun.
I always figured it would be.
The E-mail that Never Was
(Unknown sender)(No subject)(Blank body)(Not signed)
Manna, Treacherous Sky
Poor chap, that tramp —his beauty confiscated by filth; Left to pray mindless ly in the gutter, in arrears to the street; At church for his tea-and-two-slices his offering but a burned-up blade of grass and still he prayed; O, heaven, my galoshes are glummed, my ears beaten by duns; O, keep me, even though —
Fall’s Green Tomatoes
Tomato plants Are vines. Make no mistake— In fall they leave An acrid yellow resin On your plucking, Prying hands. They’re slowly ripening fruit Leaving their seed to the ground. You’re only interfering.
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"He Urinates on his Paintings"
My claim to fame is that The New Yorker once published one of my captions. No, they didn’t even do that. I’m worthless.
Advice for Endangered Species
The ruddy turnstone of America
died before my eyes. This
poem is inspired by
but not about her.
I tried to convince the great libraries
to pump me full of rotten fruit.
I tried and died?
No I tried and failed.
NASCAR cars awake to find themselves
empty of engines but slathered in spit and lipstick.
The Vice Presidents have all
gone to pasture, revving
like Alzheimer cows.
Meanwhile, on the North Slopes...
The polar bears are all dead,
even the ones we've eaten. The polar bears are all dead,
even the ones we've eaten. The polar bears are all dead,
even the ones we've eaten. The polar bears are all dead,
I admit
it's late and I don't know
who to vote for.
Sunrise in my eyes, coffee and rubles.
This is the American Dream.
Please wait while I await another line.
Audubon’s Suicide Sonnet
Bye bye
bye bye, birdie
& bye to all the other birds
I woulda seen
'I been born 30 years ago.
My best friend, he gets into birds,
he's too late! Meadowlarks
all gone or dead, pretty corn,
sweet clover
Leaving an Empty Bottle of Wine Along the Windowsill of a Canal Boat
I.
FISA light is FISA light is knowing what you're knowing what you're thinking thinking.
II.
I have been in bed
late at night
happy where I was.
When I got up
the cupboard poured me
coffee.
No one else was up yet,
I was the only person awake
in the entire world.
III.
Moscow mule, Moscow million. Moscow million, I don't want to fight you. My country hasn't the troops. Contrary to what your man read over my shoulder on the plane — The soldiers are not feeling the wood, they're felling the wood. You know, getting ready to write really old, long-old novels. Wire between their fingers & wire in their brains. Wire, already, on their deforested teeth.
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