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"To tell you the truth, I'm pretty burned out
on meat poetry or street poetry or poetry of
the down-and-out, whatever you want to call
it, because so much of it is bullshit; either bogus
motherfuckers who never shed blood but
insinuate themselves into the lives of those
who have and then make a name for themselves
by writing generic imitations, or a bunch of
middle-class kids still living at home talking
tough, aping Bukowski, Wantling, levy, Micheline...
but HAPPY HOUR is the real thing. Stark precision.
It's stripped down, bare bones authentic.
You be the real McCoy, amigo..."
-John Bennett


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DRINKING & THINKING
FROM BLUE PRESS,
SANTA CRUZ, CA. 2010
"For a while, now, outside of
what you/ve been doing
outside Klamath Falls and what
Todd Moore was doing outside
Albuquerque, not much
integrity married to the inside
dope of the poetic imagination
as far as my jaded view
has been concerned."
-Michael C. Ford


SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU
From 48th Street Press,
Philadelphia, PA. 2010
"SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU
is simply a great piece of work."
-GERALD NICOSIA


TASTE THE
From If Year Books,
Brooklyn, N.Y. 2009
"A cool little scrabble of
fugitive pieces, some
handwritten, some paste-
ups, all laid in like a scrapbook
miscellany with mean teeth."
-Kevin Opstedal, Ukulele Feedback


DON'T SAY A WORD
From Blue Press,
Santa Cruz, CA. 2008
"F. A. Nettelbeck isn't
fucking around."
-Patrick Dunagan,
galatea resurrects #9




Signed copies are $10 each,
plus $2 postage and handling...
checks payable to F. A. Nettelbeck,
POB 69, Beatty, OR 97621 U.S.A.
__________________________________




3/31/08

DEAD AND CORRECT

in memory of my brother Terry Walker

The needle did the

talking when they

penciled in your

name.

3/30/08





ONCE
AGAIN
YOU
HAVE
CONFUSED
REAL
POETRY
WITH
THAT
CRAP
YOU
JUST
READ




3/29/08

I'LL TAKE YOU THERE

clouds molded from the
soft lead of bullets
accentuate your necklace
of mangled handguns

3/28/08

BREAKING NEWS

we're not going
to help you


you're going
to die anyway

3/27/08







---------------------------------------
Is not earth means human?

Save human, save your (my) self.






3/26/08

TO SEE THE DEAD IN
YOUR DREAM)

echoes of gunfire,
past and present

I fall to
pieces. EACH TIME
I SEE YOU AGAIN.
I fall to
pieces. HOW CAN I JUST
BE YOUR friend...

again the spectators spoke,
the spell was broken

I began walking faster.

Drink Responsibly

"disposable chopsticks
are the single biggest
destroyers of the
rainforest"

3/25/08

BORN TOO SOON

cadaver dog
ignorance
carries with
it an element
of choice

3/24/08

I'VE BEEN DREAMING ALL DAY ABOUT LAUGHING

for Adele Parker

who revived the bliss factor

with drops of blue

like pissing on the skull mound

or return to game

3/23/08

Burning Man

old young face
peel it back it
is creosote on
smouldering film
the heated smell
of the ghost town
pantomime in
case the whole
ball of shit doesn't
go up in flames

3/21/08

EASTER

on the streets of Miami
this large marshmallow
crucifix shadows an imploding
hollow chocolate Jesus looking
junky before the fade-out into
a commercial about how
Survivor: America will be
the greatest show ever

3/20/08

woke up dead, frowning in the big picture



The coyote turned to look in our
direction and then leaped over
the fence and was gone.

_________________________________________
NOT ALLOWED, DO NOT SPEAK ALOUD

"write your way out of this"



IDIOMATIC AMERICAN
BLANK VERSE
-----------------------------------------------
You have a Lost Soul.




Nettelbeck next went
into the back bedroom
where the children were
still screaming bloody
murder and shot them
one by one.




...eery signs of symmetry she shows her
moist panties that off her moist panties
to show me God visits all Lost Souls the
hot moist panties clinging...



to eat sugar from my hand)

If that you would live and thrive
Let the spider run alive.

______________________
These are the avenues to the doorways of the gods.


(POETIC VOICE




"no floats in the parade of the Lost Souls"






Who's calling my name?



3/19/08




Click here to see helicopter
shots of the rioting in the streets.



3/17/08

An Erection Lasting More Than Four Hours

"This is a war that most
Americans continue to
feel they don't have to
make sacrifices for."

3/16/08

Surprised to see the man again,
I began walking faster.




...sunrise velvet orange over fate of
astronauts, frayed ancient Egyptian
cartoon porn...
-----------------------------------------------------
THE MADCAP LAUGHS


_________________________________
to a stone shaped like a human being,
as soon as a rain-maker is killed.



"as an impact on any planet gets bigger,
the nature of the crater changes"





ggggggggggg

Murder victim Fred
Nettelbeck's car is
examined by a state
lawman.

ggggggggggg





Bright Blessings) (their splashdown
__________________________
This evening at dinnertime.




body fluids released during sex have
immense potential in spells...


-----------------------------------------------------
licking and slurping, cleaning our pricks
and eating as much cum as she could

the demons from human beings to the
puppets to lamentable scarecrows
-----------------------------------------------------



A small tuft of feathers
dropped noiselessly
to the ground.



________________________
You can imitate a death rattle
for fun. Lean your neck
backwards at 90 degrees
and pronounce terms such as

PERMITTED, NOT WHISPERED






...compounded by one thought: Nettelbeck
never knew that the astronauts had got
back safely...



I am doing this to help you.






______________________________________
Be sure to answer
when your name
is called.







3/15/08

In Voicing American Poetry


your
death
rattle
is
my
ringtone

3/14/08

BORN WAITING

for multimillionaires
to ruin your life.
...own where shadows breathe,
time...

This will trigger the
memory
leaking...
ALLOWED (PERMITTED);
ALOUD (NOT WHISPERED)
--------------------------------------------------------------------
"When I drink, I lose my control,"
the sex slayer was to confess.
_______________________________
the lawman paused to take off his jacket
Bud landed a
good-sized
speckled trout
Do you always do what your mother says?
__________________________________________
I could smell cunt juice and sperm.
gggggggggggggggggggggggggg
The attic smelled moldy and dusty.
ggggggggggggggggggggg
HIS SEX DREAMS DROVE HIM
--------------------------------------------------------
"traveling with a carload of hippies"
------------------------------------------------
is
are
am
was in shirtsleeves up my slit
to flick my
clit
you are allowed
splooge splattered my tits
empty rhetoric rare genes and
a
rougher
life
_____________________
the boys sauntered lazily down the street
gggggggggggggggggggggggggg
"They're bringing him
over now,"
Detective Nettelbeck
said aloud.
FASCINATING
IF
SOMEWHAT
STARTLING
IS
A
PHENOMENON
CALLED
TRESPASSO
THE
ABILITY
TO
SEE
SPIRITS
"TRESPASSING"
INTO
A
PARTNER'S
BODY
VIA
ANOTHER
HEAD
OR
HEADS
SUPERIMPOSED
ON
THE
PARTNER'S
DURING
INTERCOURSE

3/13/08






You are laughing and
joking when they strap
you into the gas chamber.





3/12/08

Lonesome

the white dwarf stars themselves
mirror an agonized pose that tells
of dinosaur death throes as delicate
as the image of a Paris car crash or
melancholia or romanticism on the
furious horizon which could trigger a
memory of the future itself breathing life
prior to the reenactment of fossilized time

3/10/08

I Dream Of Spring

you listening
you

are dead walk

with me I

said life
was fragile
to be broken
off

in total surprise

natural causes or
a snap
of the fingers

no difference

nothing here left
for
us now

the memories
of
present time

are cold dark
places
in your
brain pan

as another world

begins

3/9/08

000000000000
STEVE PUMPED OUT A
BIG LOAD OF CUM INTO
MY BOWELS
gggggggggggg

3/8/08

I'm Pretty Fucked Up

for Adele

I'm getting fucked up.

I'm pretty fucked up.
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3/7/08

SOMEBODY TO LOVE ME

the cosmological
butthole cosigned
for my vow of
poverty but I was
drinking back then
and now I'm running
for president so
won't you please
help me I promise
the change won't
come until we're
given adequate food
and fuel equality of
the sexes and kiosks
for abundant fucking
in the streets and
that won't ever
happen so keep
your somber donations
I withdraw from
seeking the candidacy
now go get me a beer

3/6/08

HOW VERBS ROT

ultimate zombie
identity theft

"with heat coming
only from the
computer itself"

3/5/08





OR WIND WIND




Alcohol Related

We'll be dumpster diving
from my private jet.

Acceptability Of Lies

Time was invented to
monitor your own decay.

3/4/08

VISIONS OF SUNSET

you are in the soft parade
with a short on the rims
up against the curb when
the Heublein bottles start
falling like rain out your
opened door at an officer's
feet who now wears the 13
colored St. Christophers on
a tarnished chain because
Pandora's Box has been
closed forever your Pendleton
has faded and the 4-track is
playing Going Home for
the very last time

3/2/08

FRAGMENTS OF MILES

how you look
off pills

one leg out the
panty

brushing Bus Stop
Crimson

on your
toenails

thank god
it's monday

the lines ain't
all on your face

3/1/08

And In Closing

I remember 1959 walking down Pier
Avenue in Hermosa Beach hand in
hand with my mother passing a coffee
house with this huge sign that said
The Insomniac on it in jagged letters
with abstract art on the sidewalk and
how mesmeric all these people sitting out
front were but then I can also remember
much later almost ten years just one
block up the same street I was there
in the Either/Or Bookstore and lost it
high on the poems that were all inside
these what are nowadays quite rare
and expensive small press collectibles
but at that time just publications I held
in my hands as the purest of light