Saturday, May 1, 2021

Must Flush Society by Randall Rogers

Life is like a drunken missile
fired at the enemy:
meaningless and unchanging
when it fails to go off.




He is Randall Rogers, visionary poet of the prairie.  A cowboy, yea, a beatnik; a Beatnik Cowboy.  He is an old young, sorry.  Here he exhibits new work.  More flashes in the pan.  I hope the world, nay, you editor, approveth of seeth/something here. (Currently reading "Pilgrim's Progress")  Adios!  I kind of reworked these to work in booze but they are total virgins (never put out).


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