"No medium in history has ever survived the indifference of 25-year-olds."
— Web guru Clay Shirky, on the inevitable demise of print products.
Patty Lowell
A note to critics
To my critics--Lloyd,
most of all, always helpful with his sunscreen
and his glinting mane--
I appreciate your thoughts.
To Ivan: you're incredible.
To The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
I stole you from the apartment
of somebody in Sig Ep, I think.
Although I think thievery is wrong,
I'm not sorry.
Cellar-Dwellers
live in dank sub-bottom areas
I want to be near you, oh tangled
Bangalore bodies blue and knelt
between betwixt these are our hobbies
God himself like a lung inhaling
full of life, love, the pursuit of
perusal, halls long, expect everything,
expect Hockey Heroes and bitches and balls
Balls the elegant trappings of society
I mean a high-dining bunch with the finest
snint, misery, smint, made up words
Spent money negro ain't no PC word no more
no more a whore a pimped out lottery shag
Plottery Pots Inc what I named by lamp dog
hambone ramp shined as sheeny as the seamy
underbelly underwhelming helm the ship swims
sank - wins - worked - sawed
hewn - owned - grown - bait
the small bait, the little guys,
the flickering notion of the moment
which is thought: I think
that in this moment, oh in the incomplete second
next time, just me
a flea like a Nerf Gun shot but not hurt
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