Muck Raking for pennies

Yowza, this might make things messier than many may have thought possible.

The flowery prose of Roger Cohen's world travel op-ed columns elicits strong feelings from this fake meximan, of fire and brimstone. I've decided to reinvent the blog and start dedicating it to reaching my personal goal of living in a post-moral world. I want to see videos of RA the rugged man teaching a 7 year old girl how to shoot an automatic rifle, these things are important for America.

So, it looks like shit is not gonna go so well for some people in this day and age; I keep meeting bored ex-pats and it is utterly puzzling.

So here's a poem i wrote:

Concubine,

The coins on the dresser
might fetch the morning paper
and a cup of fresh brewed tea

The paperback copy
of "A Separate Piece"
should remain ajar at page 13

Have you fared well
in your latest dreams
truthfully, do tell

When I return
we'll discuss till
it ends with quiet

complacency, a kiss
and a cleft soaking
wet for some reason

Talking Blue County Blues

Dreamers keep on sleeping
while those with real vision
move through the thickets
aware of what lays ahead

You're looking backwards
fact checking all the
same ignorant sources
hoping for some sanity
amid the dusty cattle herd

Garyn and Bobby
Andy and Ben
Jackie's been bouncing
on bathtub gin

Maya and Marya
cooking up something
precociously measuring
stamping their feet
fascinatingly fleetfooted
for a couple of kooks

So yeah there's still
some dead weight loss
can't shake this feeling

Another grimy spinster
whips around the hatch
griping in excess
of a broken down back

Exiting the highway
in an unorthodox
manner if that
means anything at all
then we've been driving
for far too long