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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,
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1/28/09

HAPPY HOUR

the broken neon
sentence by its
power of suggestion
makes those bald
tires screech before
the heart does for
every son of Hank
when there is all that
waitress ass inside
where this bulbous
nosed Indian is
endlessly talking
about how it was
before you quit
buying him drinks
in a storied world
of the guitar strings
strung tight within
his broken radio
that he still carries
around like the name
of a woman that has
long since lost any
correlating face

1/24/09

When we first became a people,
before... before cockpit voice
recordings, famous suicide notes...
before a mythic present...




desert. night.

off out in. the distance.

the flashing bright.

violet light. like a Jumbo Tron.

crackling off.

from the shots. a 30.06.


An illusion of recession or
the third dimension.





Bud landed a good-sized
speckled trout.





Do you want to watch?



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the worry part will
be over No es secreto.
lubricate it with saliva
muy dentro de me culo
palpitado I was starting
to get crazy now.
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TIME SENSE


,the mechanics of applying colors




ggggggggggggggggg
CALL ME NOW

DO YOU WANT YOUR
FRIENDS TO WATCH

FEAR IS FOREVER
gggggggggggggggg




"trust me"




Pubic hair on the picture frame.






(before a mythic present)
___________________________________________________
to go to sleep watching the stars spin


on sheets of poetry falling
like calendar leaves.

1/22/09

Rules Of Engorgement

a clear and present
danger in climbing
those sugar walls
is what made me
the woman before
I became your man

1/17/09

Inauguration

in the distance
beneath the
jumbotrons
close vicinity
is fleeting when
history as an
only witness
anticipates the
dictatorship
of the screen

1/16/09

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY

these people with no hangovers
getting ready to go to work
living for the weekend but
not the rest of their lives
I'll drink to you today

1/14/09






The rare book dealer smiles.





1/10/09

Old No.7 Dream

nothing to do with a
life but live it until
apprehension comes
and then it's not so
passerine with the
mad-dogged animation
of an ossuary constantly
tripping across short
circuit sparks of
your uncontrolled
disintegration

1/7/09

THE CAPTION OR THE PHOTOGRAPH

for Jim Vallely

abandoned rest area
=

clutter of
discarded
electronics
=

all bets are off
=

crumpled
newspaper
stained by a
demon face
=

when to not forget
the origin myth
=

real sound in the
dream is Hollywood
singing into metal
garbage cans
=

as if time was collapsed
into the present
=

look at this shithole
=

the demon strained even
further forward

1/4/09

THE FACE AND HEAD OF THIS PERSON WAS MELTED AWAY BY THE NEW AMERICAN WEAPONS WHICH ISRAEL IS USING