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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




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4/30/08

A POEM AS DEAD

novelized on the edge

of hypothetical breath
sensual
teen
lesbians
dildo
wet
muffs
in
kitchen

4/29/08

C/S

your faded
Pachuco
tattoos in a
decaying
Pacoima
bar more
emphatically
illuminate
just how
much was
lost that day
the zoot-suits
were burning

4/28/08

I'll Have Another Beer When You Get A Chance

it's not going to be okay
and that is alright too but
just three weeks ago after
a soul partner's funeral I'm
taking another partner home
all wasted and the cop asks if
I've been drinking and I tell
him yes yes indeed so he lets
me go and follows me home
with a can of beer between
my legs just like the good old
days in Calif. when the CHP
were more like your older
brother as they ground your
reds into the pavement with a
bootheel asking if the sets were
glassy like I gave a fuck but
they were good-looking blonde
motherfuckers though not like
these mad-dog faces we got now
ready to shred your birthright
with their perfect canine teeth
and onboard computers like
I really give a fuck about that
either actually I am no better
than anyone else from what
I can remember

4/26/08

Misirlou

the need the want is
not because I love you
it's just that the sky
is bleeding and there
is no tampon big enough
and what do you care you
bitch I had that massive
alcoholic seizure in Texas
and almost bit off my
tongue but was back
drinking beer through a
straw the very next day
so why are you singing
anyway there are no
words to this song

4/25/08

IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY

"shoppers grew frustrated
and occasionally uttered
expletives as they searched
in vain for the large sacks
of rice that they would
usually buy"

4/24/08





OH
AND
A
FAT
BLUNT
DIPPED
IN
LIQUID
HYDROCODONE




4/23/08

REMINDER

what carbon
dioxide
balance of
life methane
gas or
American
treasure
if half alive
half past
dead is
every
voice as
noise
mountable in
this shadow
box yet
cats dream

4/22/08

Adopter

I turn away.

4/21/08

THE FIRST ONE'S FREE

those black coffin
cars in your eyes
when you look up
going down on me

4/18/08

Duration Of Exposure

We are strangers before thee,
and sojourners. --1. Chron. xxix. 15.


seven sons of habituals with
switches and axe in hand stand
next to the horse-drawn high
wheels that hold the huge log
they just got done loading which
soon will be moved to the nearest
railhead and eventually traded to
China or Hawaii or Australia as
lumber to build each nation's
dreams but when the shutter
clicks its duration of exposure
and this hot day smell and the
dancing insects and light coming
through the trees and that lens
all move forward into our digital
reckoning not one of them will
ever know that what was
dreamt is now killing us

4/17/08

CANTICLE

late sixties on acid there past
the outskirts of Aptos we hiked
way on up across the downed
redwoods with the water and
ferns below and the banana
slugs dayglo yellow like the sun
that just today shone similar
to what's now left of our teeth

Hot Day Smells, Bugs Dancing

this far back into no future

4/15/08

DARK LESSON

try putting clip-on sunglasses on
these night vision goggles because
you saw where the sun don't shine 20
minutes before the apoplexy had you
drooling over the fear of mortality and
this puppet show of childhood wounds
now being X-rayed for broody weapons
became greater than that poorly
acted fear of being caught

Carjackers Force Pontiff To Take Drugs Inside Popemobile

(Continued on page 6)

4/14/08

THEN
AS
A
BOY
HE
CAUGHT
THE
ONE
LAST
REMAINING
WILD
SALMON

4/13/08

CHARMED LIFE

God gave me
everything
I want,
ejaculating
maggots.

4/12/08

OF OLD LOST DAYS AT WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS HIGH SCHOOL

a bell tone sounds into cavernous hallways

as we file through the metal detectors

and with their two-way radios crackling

they bark at us to move along

4/10/08

How Big Is Your Asshole

it's a hole the calibre of my
child spinning with the
velocity of their brown legs
and arms and this annoying
war that won't fit on the
K-Mart Gift Card I got
for giving up my citizenship
to become a real Christian
during that segment of Access
Hollywood where they showed
the celebrity death throes
and the whole family just
cried and cried and cried

Summer

dark amber
bottles will
flush out
the dream
on this hot
nameless
day with
the weed
covered
refrigerator
unplugged
in the yard
where a deer
hangs like
a revenant
and scrawny
blessed
dogs sport
porcupine
quills outside
a broken
down truck
full of garbage
when I lick
the red skin
on her thighs

4/9/08

AFTER YOU'RE TURNED AWAY

to Kevin Opstedal

the mirror that

stays in the face

after you're turned

away reflects

the significance

of the scream

CALL IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES

taken by trees

"you can also
see reflections
coming"

4/7/08

Poverty Level

in my youth
I caught the
snake interrupted
when the playmate
dropped her pants
and that one
green nickel stuck
to the memory
you should know
a little about
like when it all
bloomed mythic
between the cheeks
and those five
brown pennies I
got back for change
waxed as hard as the
diamonds in an
intake worker's eyes