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Drunk Radio Poems
My radio has only two stations –
One classical, the other jazz.
When I drink,
I listen to classical.
When I write,
I listen to jazz.
Lately,
I’ve been drinking more
And writing less. So,
The other night,
I borrowed the landlady’s radio.
I wanted to listen to both stations
At the same time.
I figured maybe then
I could drink
AND
Make a few poems.
When I woke up next morning,
I read them over and over and over.
None of them made any sense.
I typed them up anyway –
Submitted them to the New Yorker.
From BIG HAMMER No. 12, 2008, Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books. This issue is available by clicking here…
Love you my Brother. For 2 Yrs nothing has been heard from you. The silence is killing me.
Dave, you are so missed. Thanks for this, Monsieur K.
Don
To my Uncle Dave, Your poetry inspires me. Your poetry makes me feel your existence. Wish I could have seen you one last time. I would of enjoyed racking that brilliant mind. Discussing life with you as a kid would have been different as an adult. You took it another level my Uncle. You were a deep thinker and a realist. Some understood and some stood perplexed. We miss you UNCLE and LOVE U ALWAYS….R.I.P…….a silence that last forever.