There is no shame in giving in, sometimes,
and just surrendering to the tractor-beam-
like pull of the local pool hall,
with its jukebox and air-conditioning
and afternoon cast of characters,
all bellied-up and big belt buckled to the bar
and each holding court, equally,
its ice-packed buckets of Stag Beer, on sale,
and a round of whiskey shots bought
by some old boy who just won his
first game of Keno, ever (and you’d
think was gonna buy back the family farm
from the bank that very day),
but, most importantly,
what might very well be the best
chili cheese fries you’ve had since forever.
But who’s got the damn
hot sauce?
Jason Ryberg is the author of eighteen books of poetry,
six screenplays, a few short stories, a box full of folders,
notebooks and scraps of paper that could one day be
(loosely) construed as a novel, and, a couple of angry
letters to various magazine and newspaper editors.
He is currently an artist-in-residence at both
The Prospero Institute of Disquieted P/o/e/t/i/c/s
and the Osage Arts Community, and is an editor
and designer at Spartan Books. His latest collection
of poems is The Great American Pyramid Scheme
(co-authored with W.E. Leathem, Tim Tarkelly and
Mack Thorn, OAC Books, 2022). He lives part-time
in Kansas City, MO with a rooster named Little Red
and a billygoat named Giuseppe and part-time somewhere
in the Ozarks, near the Gasconade River, where there are also
many strange and wonderful woodland critters.
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