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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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12/31/08

AMATEUR NIGHT

so you're
feeling
pretty fucked
up feeling
pretty free like
a pretty
pair of panties
sliding
to the floor
but an
officer has just
pulled you
over and that
seat belt
is choking
you and you
should have
stayed
home asshole
like they
told you to do
on the TV news
because
we are
out in force
as if those
people you might
have killed
are really worth
killing

12/30/08

Here's That Rainy Day

to the late great Freddie Hubbard

when I snuck backstage
to tell you how
much I love you
you gave me a 20 dollar
bill to go get a 12-pack
of Budweiser so we
could bullshit proper
"you gonna come
back ain't you?"
shit man that was funny
so was me asking how
that Ascension
session was and what
did Coltrane have in mind
and then all your guys
with those fine
Japanese bitches
saying yeah how was that
never thinking to ask
after playing with you
for so long damn
and when it was time
for the next set you just sat
the first tune out with me
talking there in the wings
finishing the beers listening
to that beautiful shit
coming out of your group
until you had to go back on
and you told me "stay cool"
as you picked up your
horn and walked out
bathed in all that light
poised to motherfucking blow

12/28/08

MIRACLE OF LIFE

just seconds
after the Big
Bang in the
beginning of
time and space
a Universe of
open rooms fills
with transients
made of connect
the dot stars
causing sparks as
they walk on dry
carpet soon stained
by cheap black wine

12/27/08

THE




THE
EGO




EGO
OF




OF
MAN




GOD
TO




TO
CREATE




BERATE
GOD




MAN

12/25/08




I
like
to feel
it all
the
way in.



12/23/08

WHAT'S MY MOTHERFUCKIN' NAME?

2009 marks 4 decades of me being a published poet
in this once greatest country so try and find any of my
books in your local bookstore and you'd be shit out of
luck yet if I would have similarly wasted my life doing
almost anything else I could be retired by now with a
modest check and better teeth but all I've got to show
are consequential words across an empty white space

12/19/08

Winter In America

a 300 lb. Wal-Mart mama
with bacon strips in the
panties secretly considers
a face transplant via the
magazine rack at checkstand
7 when an unemployed and
balding grief counselor
glances over and smiles

12/14/08

Dreams About Sleeping

In Memoriam: Charles Barney Jr. (10/27/1954 - 12/13/2008)

you always wanted us to write that double edition
book the kind that you flip around with your half
the Indian part of the tale and mine with the white
side of things but of course talking about it was
much easier because time means nothing when
you're half loaded yet there were some good
stories like how we scarred up each other's faces
pretty good and bloody there at the bridge
fighting over the same woman when I slammed
yours with an unopened 16 oz. beer bottle and
you mine with a pipe you cocksucker or how you
sliced up one Indian real pretty for molesting his
own daughter and he would have died except
you dialed 911 and saved his ass but that put you
on the run from the law and the dude's family so
I lent you my 9mm for protection but those were
the crank days and you ended up jacking this one
fool and sticking the pistol in his mouth and the
cops came to me getting word it was my gun but
I can lie pretty good when I have to so you lasted
about another month camping out in the rain
wearing trash bags before you had to go to prison
but how you kind of mellowed when you finally
did get out yet still liked your knives and then all
the partying and that time I had an alcoholic seizure
on your ass and you were afraid the cops would
think you killed me if I died that was pretty funny
and those funerals and the bullshit and how I loved
your daughter and how you loved mine so that here
lately when you burned me for $100 that really
pissed me off and we ain't talked in months but so
now dawg you are dead you fucker and no one will get
to hear your side of the story or know how much we'll
miss each other like who has dreams about sleeping

12/12/08

THE POEMS

I watch the nightly news and I love
all of you assholes in this new great
depression who have lost your job
or who very soon will from Detroit
on down with your credit cards burnt
and the mortgage and a greaseball
coming to take that new car and oh
but little Eddie has asthma and how'm
I gonna get the medicine and blah blah
blah blah fuck you welcome to my world
of the bleak hustle and the food banks
and the hospital financial aid and the
petty theft and the drug sales and the
parking lot handouts and the flea markets
and the top ramen at the end of the month
and the energy assistance and the car held
together with baling wire and absolutely
no one there to ask for any kind of magical
relief for almost all of these last 40 years
except there's the poems so now you tell
me which one of us is going to survive

12/11/08

THE LEGEND OF DAVE CHURCH (01/20/1947 - 11/27/2008)

slumped
over in
a cab
with the

death
poem
how it
happens

when
trying to
get last
words out

a second
before it
shouldn't
matter

12/10/08

I Know Something About Love

So far, in this lifetime,
I've pumped out enough
semen to lift any boat
full of insane women
off the ground.

12/8/08



PRONOUNCING MYTHOLOGY

she's young, traces of vomit


"get them before
they scar more of us"


12/3/08

NO XMAS

for Jon Alan Carroll

such a righteous story you
told all those years ago about
that drunk who picked you up
hitchhiking Xmas Eve on the
downside when the dude says
there ain't no Xmas for
bums like us that it has stuck
with me this far past every
agonizing holiday and reminds
me of the time I played Santa
at the Emporium Capwell in
San Francisco when some kid
had asked me to please cure
her mother's cancer right after
this other girl had wanted the
fur coat in the window down the
street at Macy's each with the
distinct pleading of their own
station in life which made it
easier to customize the lie so
that when after the shift was
over and I took off the costume
that reeked of piss from hundreds
of kids sitting on my lap all day
I felt like what that prick God
must feel like and I punched out
to go get a double shot backed
with a High Life not exactly too
gentle into that Stille Nacht

12/2/08

Stranger On The Shore

in Mr. Acker Bilk's
driveway what you
remember before
you were born may
be helpful in death
but two lug nuts on
a rim is flat stupid