Monday, July 19, 2021

pairs well with secondhand sofa by Ben Newell

Outdoorsman standing
beside a mountain stream
cracks open a can 
of BUSCHHHHH . . . 

Catchy marketing campaign,
an attempt 
to revitalize the brand
which just so happens to be
my favorite. 

But I’m no outdoorsman.  

I accept my limitations—

And routinely get drunk 
in the safety of my apt.

Otherwise, 
I would’ve fallen in years ago
and drowned.



Ben Newell dropped out of the Bennington Writing Seminars during his first semester, eventually resuming his studies at Spalding University where he earned an MFA.  His first full-length collection of poetry, Fuzzball, was recently published by Epic Rites Press.


https://www.amazon.com/dp/1926860667/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_t1_c8rnDbWM37NAQ

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