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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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10/28/09

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the soft whiteness
of her skin offered
little contrast to the
strips of adhesive
tape plastered
across her mouth
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10/25/09

DEBONED SLAVE

in every laceration

"we're so fucking
beautiful"

10/22/09




A PLASTIC OCEAN NOW

has found a wide array
of marine debris
inside the bellies
of dead birds, a wide
array of marine debris has
found a wide array inside,
including "six lighters
in one chick, a complete
syringe with the needle,
a small flashlight, various
small light bulbs, combs,
toothbrushes, parts of
flip-flops and fishing
tackle." inside the
bellies of dead birds,
during that time, he has
found a wide array of
marine debris. A
proportional amount in
a human being would weigh
nearly five pounds during
that time in a human,
"It's a plastic ocean now."
"No matter where you
are, 25 billion pounds in
tiny bits of plastic looking
out over the Pacific into
the world's food chain, say
those inside the bellies of
dead birds no matter where
no getting over it no
getting away from it," he says.



10/20/09

Last Man On Earth

and
a box
of tissues

10/19/09

PRE-OWNED WORLD OF HURT

raised to
be stupid

10/17/09




He sat down before the
stolen typewriter and
contemplated the blank
sheet of paper in the
machine's roller.



10/14/09

ENCOUNTERING LAW ENFORCEMENT IN AMERICA:

  • Stay calm and stand your ground.
  • Maintain direct eye contact.
  • Pick up children, but do so without bending down or turning your back on the Law Enforcement Officer.
  • Back away slowly.
  • Do not run. Running triggers a chase response in Law Enforcement, which could lead to an attack.
  • Raise your voice and speak firmly.
  • If the Law Enforcement Officer seems aggressive, raise your arms to make yourself look larger and clap your hands.
  • If in the unusual event that a Law Enforcement Officer attacks you, fight back with rocks, sticks, tools or any items available.

10/13/09

The Vapors

she felt pretty Beat in
the rain out front of
City Lights with a
run in one black
stocking an obvious
slight to the moment
but most things pass
in a flash if she can
remember correctly
like now fifty years later

10/11/09

Dusty Feather

this neck cocksucker at the store
counts out my cans a nickel a piece
for deposit and he tells me you know
next month this law takes effect
where you can't pick up any beer
cans off the highway anymore and I
bite why is that man I ask because
they're Indian artifacts HA HA HA
and that was pretty funny I quess but
on the way to get the 12 pack out of
the cooler I pocket a bottle of ibuprofen
when the fuck ain't looking because
I'm hungover and way too fuzzy to
remember there is so much more to pain

10/10/09

FOOLS

when Greg Hall calls
drunk on Beam
don't wake me up
I'm only 27-years-old
and I never put the
cap back on the Tapatio
so you tell me why
do fools fall in love
I took back the night
only to get gang raped
in broad daylight because
I wanted to live a million
years without getting
bored in my danskins
now I'm butt hurt
as if loving you too long
didn't really make me feel
right like what the fuck
is up with that the rock is
still my pillow and you're
still talking the blues
but it's only me shooting
the finger to the sky

10/7/09

If You Ain't A Low Rider You Ain't Shit

in memory of Brett Purvis

a split lip battling the Spics but they
kissed some car doors themselves
so that don't even count with the Crown
Royal or the reds or the broken hearts
from all the white bitches with the opalescent
eyeshadow who grew up in the San Fernando
Valley and gave the best head you ever got
when Thee Midnighters rocked Joe Yokum's
world but go figure ESSE GUY how'd you
get that lace to stay before you spray painted
your ride so pretty or how'd your momma
get that carnitas so tender fuck YOU ARE MY
BROTHER so cut the shit put your piece away
that was Inglewood motherfucker the change
came when Keith utilized the fuck-up with
his amp on Satisfaction just a cunt hair down
the road from Going Home when we were
strong on Sunset Blvd. with the 4-Track
blaring what we thought was freedom happy
and lost long before we became old men
lengueta que besa los angeles

10/5/09

Lifer

sleep will always rust
when you're dead fumbling
with Jesus' handmade thumb
piano to ward off the tall children
with foul tempers who re-upped to get
you through the night with no bad dreams
so the rest of us could kill you all over again

10/3/09

YOUR NOTHING

nothing
compares
to it

10/1/09




IT'S YOUR

TURN TO

GO FOR

THE DOPE