Robinhood, 1991
as if one phone call couldfend off the ghosts
coming into townpickup shunting like a heiferthrough the potholes bunting lapping at the church eavesgrass lopped & bundled &ubiquitous ham sandwiches that double for weddings and funerals
if collective wishful thinkingcould backcrank the clock it’d look like this
church […]
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first the farmsteads slip under to wind or drought spring clapboard warping lichen like sparrowprint
towns taken graduallylimb by limb […]
the whole town smells like horseshit
the announcer, some Alberta farmer
puts on his Oklahoma drawl
and the rodeo clown’s jokes
are all from 1958
a karaoke queen dreams she’s Patsy Cline
at the beer garden after dark
but what the hell, it’s a show
nothin’s real
nothin’s real but the road
and the busted up bull rider
on the ground
~ Howard Brown
Howard Brown is a […]
after Phyllis Webb
this is a poem of disgust.
a plague of insecurities, & inflation figures.
i am tired of listening to solutions that cause more problems than they
actually solve.
this is not an essay on figures, facts.
i have a drink & then i have another drink.
i read the newspaper.
in russia, a school, a gun to the childs head.
what […]
