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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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5/31/08

YET ANOTHER MORNING

this whiskey smeared newborn sky

blankets a road to nowhere as the

stubborn sun gradually becomes

more hot and swollen overhead like

Spade Cooley's fiddle-playing hands

after beating his pretty wife to death

5/30/08

Sex And The City

obsidian looks like
a grey brain before
it breaks open but
then LeRoi Jones
becomes a white
name you can't
pronounce because
you've never jumped
into the green river
of crusted saxophones
that smell like camphor
and butthole as the
phonic hooker pulls out
this one long finger
you'll be begging to sniff
when she writes you a
poem with her cum

INSIDE THE ATMOSPHERE OF CARS

the long
emergency
becomes us

5/29/08




ggggggggggggggggggggggggg
You have never heard
me say kill the
president.
ggggggggggggggggggggggggg



5/28/08

Early Morning Breakfast, High With Art Blakey, Somewhere Near Scotts Valley, California

"make a mistake make
it loud so you won't
make it next time"



You told me I was lucky.

5/27/08

FAKE VIAGRA

I burned my copy of
The Santa Cruz Mountain Poems
while the Santa Cruz Mountains
were burning in my Aztec
flip-flops as a random act of kindness
or a silent blessing for the
traffic dripping like wax semen
because it will always get
worse if you're friendly
and donating your hair to someone
who has cancer and is on fire
in an incorrect automobile
listening to Tom Petty leaving
everything they have to smoky children
but that's just the way it is
when calling faces in clouds family

5/26/08

I WAS THERE TOO

the one and only time
I stepped foot in the
Chelsea Hotel this queen
at the desk started moaning
ooooo and aahhh and said don't
you want to come see the famous
Chelsea Hotel with these puckered lips
as I walked back out into 23rd Street
where some asshole with a cardboard
box was playing three-card Monte
and wanted me to find the lady
but I kept on walking





RESCUERS FEAR LOSS OF PURPOSE







5/25/08

YOUR AMERICAN HAIKU

Bathing in the gutter,
a dirty needle
At noon

5/24/08

A Diamond Made Out Of The Alphabet

those old-time lowrider
chicks would say that
just a little dot of ink
under the skin would
get you into heaven so
I got me a diamond made
out of the alphabet with
the words Word Man
going across through the
middle in red but that was
over twenty years ago and
it looks old like my father's
tattoos used to look when
I was a kid and I suppose
his ink got him in although
you wouldn't really consider
him a candidate no matter
what he did and he really
wouldn't give a fuck anyway
but he would appreciate
it just like if you handed
him another cold beer

5/22/08

Running Out Of Gas On The Way To George W. Bush's Memorial Day Barbecue

Those more than 300,000
flags at Arlington wouldn't
cover up anybody's table of
bones.

5/21/08




PLANET OF CANCER


tattoo of sad face
scared face after diagnosis...
woke up one morning
feeling sad. He didn't
know why...
blood test markers indicate
cancer...
scared face of a girl...
feeling sad puppies face
smiley's sad face,
frowning angry smile faces
here are the unhappy
pictures of smiley...
clowns circus clown happy
sad face necktie...
cancer causing face cream...
sad memories?
sad mammaries...
Red Dawn still rules
my face...
smiley doesn't wanna
smile anymore,
animated crying face...
blood culture in cancer
patients.
happy valley...
sad tearing happy face
deflated white balloon with a
sad face on a black background...
sad crying blood eyes
crying sad smiley face
sad face gets his lights
punched out,
pictures of cancer face...
earth globe sad face...
so it is the disease


Or death itself?




Name Of An American Poet

I am listed in Who's Who
in America,

Who's Who in the World,

with three kids and
a wife.

On this date in history,

I have five dollars to
my name.

5/20/08

RUINS AND SECRETS

Listen to What Others Have Lost



Listen to What Others Have Found

5/18/08

Some People Who Changed My Life

are reuniting

the crystal skulls

under a tormented

sky dripping

gold tequila

into war-torn

alleys of days gone by

5/17/08

BLUES FOR BILLY

on her 36th

the hangover just
proves that life is
free to make of it
what you will and
fuck them all to be
exact it's just you
and me baby and
that dejection of
their clear skies
now and forever
and on and on and
on and on and on
all the way past
the bridge toward
God's neon eyes

5/16/08

Basket Of Kisses

for Topsy

when you beg the
undertaker
to just
see her one
last time
and he says no

you remember
that beat-up
bra across
her back
straining to
hold up a
basket of kisses



MY REAL POETS



drunk as fuck

these hobo glyphs

how I love sleeping

with you in the gutter

to talk one word at

a time call now

(541) 533-2486

5/15/08

I
ONCE HAD
SOMETHING
LIKE THIS
HAPPEN
TO ME
WHEN
I WAS
A
KID

5/13/08

I Remember

life is
random
as a radio
still plays
in the
rubble
how you
sketch
blood with
paper
money
while
fundraising
in a skid row
bar next to
a skank
named Hope
because
you are so
lonesome
she won't
even cry

5/11/08

LOWRIDER

back when people could
think
the magazine

cover said God Is Dead

while the whole
world
was watching

as that tear gas
canister
I just threw back

blossomed against

the poems I
never wrote
because I was jumping

on the roof of a car

that now just won
best of show



5/10/08

MEMOIR OF A DEVELOPED WORLD


As plastic gathers
in the currents,
25 percent of our
planet is a toilet
that never flushes.

5/9/08

Into The Shallows

the first of each month
was called Mother's Day
because all the women
would get their welfare
checks and us slackers
would enjoy the spoils
just for the dick service
or a few lies but when
the money was gone the
food stamps would come
and the bitches would
use them to buy cases
of soda pop to pour out
on the ground so they
could take all the cans
back for the deposit and
buy a few bottles of Mad
Dog to drink with us
under a grotesquely
happy sun before the
arguments got started

5/8/08

THEY'RE UNRAVELING THE CORNUCOPIA

When your head rolls out.

5/6/08

MOTHER'S DAY

like the old drunks would
say you crawled out the
pussy then you spend the
rest of your life trying to
crawl back in and that's
pretty right on except I
spent more time licking
the clit then actually
tonguing the hole although
I did that too with someone
else's kid crying down the
hall or in the living room
with the empty beer cans
and the haphazard plate
of dope and the stinking
diapers and the TV full
of blue Smurfs way more
eloquent than me when
I would try to beg the
bitch for forgiveness






RED TIDE



seeing what wasn't sawn






5/5/08

Cuando me Pierdas (Concha del Alma(

no puedes matarme motherfucker

5/4/08

Within Walking Distance Of The Soul Nebula

someone is playing

SUPER BAD, PTS. 1&2

among the jagged

edges of shattered stars

now fallen to dirt roads

into diamonds

5/2/08

Behind This Ritual

razor blade chopped
voices of days long
gone by now just the
cutouts and a rained
on valentine when the
dice hit that table
playing 10,000
for whatever day
it is you will have
the longest face in
that short staring
mirror to feel that
burn like we are all
dead anyway so high
way up behind this
ritual of the next line



ATROPHIES



my trophies



5/1/08

This Complex Sentence

1.

and
Eric Dolphy would
play
along
with the birds

2.

skimming gracefully over the
blue water) in an alley between
two stores) the older of the
two boys)

3.

"hot teen wet ass fucking hard
by horny dog cock"

4.

The ill-fated Judy Garland, for
instance, was reputed to include
her song 'Over the Rainbow'
in every performance she gave
not so much because audiences
loved it, but because she thought
it brought her luck.

5.

so out of your skin not a living
the bus that never came
through those duct taped sunglasses

6.

You'll pay for this.

7.

...to house the breastbone of
the Buddha...

8.

Carl Perkins?