Posts Tagged ‘Vendetta Books’

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

alan catlin | old ladies at the flea market

Old Ladies at the Flea Market
They most come here
every week whether they
need to or not, these old
ladies in wheelchairs, with
walkers, canes, surgical
stockings stretched over
swollen ankles, varicose
veins as they creep down
the aisles, stopping traffic
both to a fro, harder to
get around than The Seven
Rocks of Granite, blue hair
permanently waved & frozen
into place by aromatic sprays,
hoese dresses reeking [...]

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

eliot katz | midnight poem

Midnight Poem
Well, I’m home on my 49th birthday, after a movie, champagne, & loving, up late, still drinking champagne & listening to Monk & Coltrane’s new CD that Vivian gave me. It’s a new CD, but it was recorded in 1957, my birth year, and I’m listening to “Monk’s Mood” and it sounds pretty much [...]

Monday, December 21st, 2009

dave roskos | dollar bill wall paper

dollar bill wall paper
42 year old collages
cut & paste hippie
meat zen kaleidoscope
texts
suicide shotguns
put to rest
dead beatniks
dead bukowski
dead Dave Church
in a lurch
slumped over the
wheel of his cab
attic apartment
scattered w/ poems
& letters
snow is falling
on Providence
the junkies asleep
in their crips w/o cares
wake-up in a cardboard box
on a heating grate
Dave Roskos, fall 2009

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Saturday, December 19th, 2009

dave roskos | sunday morning 1/4 to 6

sunday morning 1/4 to 6
winter in new jersey
pity the poor flea market vendors
out there in the cold-dark
desperate for a dollar
some living in their vehicles
selling junk out of broke down
winnebago’s w/ bad timing belts

pickup trucks full of scrap metal
traffic tickets
for failure to make
repairs
asshole cops
administrators of hardship
a light dusting of snow
belongings under blue tarps
on wet asphalt

hard [...]

Friday, December 18th, 2009

dave roskos | if the shoe fits stick it up your ass

if the shoe fits stick it up your ass
a “real book”
I want my poems
published in a real book,
the poet whined.
a real book
w/a real spine
& a real cover
w/ a real barcode
on the back
so it can be sold
in real book stores
the poet blind
to the barcode
on her forehead
an mfa in creative writing
nothing to show for it
but debt.
Dave Roskos [...]