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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.
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;—
Antwerping
Your toes against me moved,your "best feet." You were told.Morning herald camealong wearing shades.My window open all night.Heels on the cobblestone streetand I can't help but looking.Down to the plaza and someonedrinking coffee, unfolding a bicycle.Your best feet against me moved.Heels on the cobblestone streets.Not finishing upstairs,walking alone with frites.If you weren't the only one … Continue reading Antwerping
California Haiku
1
The morning fit with fog —
Morro's stacks and stone
just barely visible
2
Tide goes in and out —
never the same,
always the same
3
Standing on rocks
waiting for the tide
to go down
4
Sketching the ocean,
my fingers wet
with charcoal
5
Felled by beer,
I pass out while it's still light
in California
Literally
The windows the
windows. I’m tired of
being the next
great poet you’ve never heard of.
Really,
Morning Prayer
write write write
Let me write until the morning light.
Glory, frying pan, coffee.
Sun, don’t I know you?
I dream to wake before you age.
Banango
a mostly banana mango often confused with the mañana which itself is often confused with often infused with tomorrow
Pick-up Lines
1Teeth brushing is the moral imperativeof the go-go dancersin the convention hall. 2Picante just the name givento a sauce with peppers in it.They don’t even have to beall that hot.
Lesson Learned
I used to a have a nice anthology
of Beat writings. Poetry, fiction, excerpts.
I got rid of it to raise cash for buying paint.
That was dumb — but very Beat!
Jopo
It was the night before I leftand we’d come back from thatroof-top oceanside bar, bothgotten a kick out of Jeff, livingout of his car, doing anythingto surf — look at those walls, man! —I don’t know if this wasbefore the tequila and weezer songsor after. I couldn’t get drunk.We crashed in rooms opposite sides of … Continue reading Jopo
