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[Side of the Road]

Side of the road
.......................Cigarettes
Side of the road
.......................Bird bones
Side of the road
.......................Broken glass
Side of the road
.......................Death
Side of the road
.......................Crushed can
Side of the road
.......................Candy
Side of the road
.......................Vomit
Side of the road
.......................A penny
Side of the road
.......................Garbage
Side of the road
.......................A walk to forget.

Postmodern Rage News:

If you have tried to view the 'sharpies' gallery lately, you may have noticed that photobucket has censored one of the drawings. They feel that the image violates their "terms of use". I have attempted to contact the management of photobucket through email, and hope to attain a response as to why they feel a picture of a man with circular glasses suffering from Proteus syndrome in a church with stained-glass windows staring at the viewer warrants such censorship. Until the matter is resolved, the drawing will remain at the bottom of this blog page. Thank you.

-Stringfellow

The Cake At Courtyard Cafe

I take a seat at the corner end of the bar.
Near the door...
Just in case a hasty escape is in order.
Juice brings me a Coke-A-Cola
that ends up tasting exceptionally well.
It soothes my crying body's
need of sweets, caffeine and hydration.
He goes for a piss he tells me;
and Im alone...

The bartender lady comes over
and moves a cake that had previously
sat within my reach...
She places it at the opposite end of the bar.
Where I cannot reach it.

Im thinking:
What is a cake doing in a dirty
downtown Cincinnati bar anyway?

Im thinking:
What place does a fucking cake
have in ANY bar?

I drink my Coke-A-Cola slowly.
I don't know if refills are given so freely
in such a place as this.

But that cake...
That cake is now safe!
It’s pieces shall live to see another day!
Another hour...
Another minute...
Until they are ordered and devoured
in subsequent order.

We must eat the beautiful before breakfast

Social experiments of the 1970’s
Are out of control
And people are famous
Because they look
Like Satan
And
Children develop
Like groupies
In a Midwest College town
Infants don’t like seafood
And they’re born
Legally blind

Feel the freedom: The Liberation of a Balloon

[Walking into the Public Library] (A pantoum)

Walking into the public library
Always looking for the bathroom
Dead people in books
This paper decays

Always looking for the bathroom
A race for the farthest toilet
This paper decays
Nothing but the voice in my mind

A race for the farthest toilet
So the people are avoided
Nothing but the voice in my mind
Like many flowers dying

So the people are avoided
Their books become mine
Like many flowers dying
My eyes burn the paper

Their books become mine
Dead people in books
My eyes burn the paper
Walking into the public library

War and Peace

I wanted to throw myself into piles of words,
So I read War and Peace.

Then, I took War and Peace and
Tossed it on the ground,

I attacked the fat piece of literature
Like a shark
Shredding the skin off a
Walrus

I ripped the pages
Violently
From their binding,
Like a savage bezerker beast

Rolling on the floor
Among the destruction,
Catching words occasionally,
I would yell:
“Countess! Escape to the east,
And pray for the hurried return of peace!”

December

Raping the English language
In stores with groceries and gifts
Bumbling un-restrained,
Come-down inevitable

Each day brings new shattered promise
Plastic parties and hot stranger breathe,
Thank you for the substance excuse;
Feeling high now

Thoughts of anxiousness truly respond
Beyond the ceiling shadows
Watching distant window neighbors
Full, blue and bloody

Budweiser calls back
From Bourbon Street
In bed naked and says
See you on Christmas

Neutral

She was a Swiss psychologist
Who I met at the mall,
And took to a
Bar to drink vodka

I am a man from Cincinnati
So I talk, drink, and urinate
Like anyone else
In the world

I told her to leave
The profession and
Ride across country in my van

The strange sound of laughter offset
Repulsive expressions

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Chinese theater
Driving through Hollywood
And the boys start yelling
There’s p-dumb ass posing
In the street in front
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THE POSTMODERN RAGE is a blog devoted to contemporary american poetry, art, culture, food, farts, etc. one particular interest of the blog is to explore the voice of poets from the midwest and provide a forum for their contribution to contemporary poetry of the present day. comments are very welcome. please enjoy.