Sunday, January 8, 2023

Great Consideration by Randall Rogers

Generations till the end
gorge
debauch
hang breathlessly
as embedded flesh
learning

a way through 
the slings and arrows

Vishnu destroys
and creates

on the way to the pub.


 
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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