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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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8/6/09

6 Mexicans

when I wasn't quite as stupid as I
am now I had an art gallery on the
Sacramento River with my then
girlfriend Marta Matulich who was
a fabric artist right there in a little
town called Walnut Grove and we
would party with all the usual whacked
out fucks you always make friends with
but there was this one dude Tony Coyne
from Perth who would always tell me
he was a heavyweight boxer ranked
third in Australia with that thick accent
of his and he was a big motherfucker so
the more we drank the more we drank
but he was a good partner he just missed
boxing and would always bitch about it
so one day at the bar I had behind the
big room where Marta showcased all
of her dolls I told him I'll fight you man
and gave him my best punch which was
pretty funny because the next thing I
knew I was on the floor about 20 feet
from the bar shaking it off trying to get
it together and he's standing there and
I think fuck this boxing shit and dive
at his legs and knock him down and
we're all over the room kicking and
rolling and after awhile it becomes
pointless so we get up laughing and sit
back down to have another beer and
he tells me you're my brother mate and
that makes me feel pretty damned good
until Marta walks in pissed off seeing
all the heel marks from our shoes covering
those one inch tongue and grooved walls
so we split and go right behind the gallery
to the street below where this farmworker
joint The Porthole was and I watch him
kick the living shit out of 6 Mexicans