This is the latest chapbook published by Holy & intoxicated Publications. Here is a sample of two poems from the collection:
dog eat dog world
the poetry books
have failed me
the poets and their little mundane yarns
i look into the mirror
hungover again
and see that my face has failed me
while outside
the pigeons make death curdles
fighting each other
over buffalo chicken bones
in the endless summer heat
dodging the mounds of dog shit
and summer flies
dog shit left by people
who abuse their dogs
who pull and scream and yell
about time and money
as their pets
race to defecate
people for whom life has been a failure
disguised by small moments of joy
ugly people
dreaming ugly dreams
living ugly mundane lives
people so shallow
that they have to own
something small and anxious and dumb
forced into loving them
for its very survival.
apartment building saturday morning (6:10 a.m.)
drunken dude-bros
loiter outside my bedroom window
playing on cell phones and having a last warm beer
as they wait on cabs to take them away
i shake off the night’s tango of vodka and wine
trying to remember the plot of some show
that i’ll have to re-watch
taking a long morning piss
i wonder if it’s the booze or the age
that’s making me so forgetful these days
i’m always re-watching shows
or re-reading chapters of books, i think
as one dude-bro says, nah, dude….and they all laugh at nothing
looking outside my window at them
i wonder how many books they’ve read collectively this year
i think they’ve all probably had more ass in a month
then i’ve had in a lifetime
and ass beats books any day of the week on this side of the ocean
for sport i think maybe i’ll call the cops on them
just to see what that experience feels like
but before i can grab the phone the police show up
two vans full of cops
with their blue uniforms their blue helmets their blue guns
they come out of the vans with stone faces and shields
as the dude-bros say, we didn’t do nothing officer
and i get excited thinking now we’ll see
the brutal power of punitive america in action
the cops don’t even pay the dude-bros any mind
but come charging into the building instead
i open my door to take a look
but not much more than a crack
because i say a lot of shit
about the president and the government online
and people misunderstand patriotism all of the time
the cops are all walking around
making confused cop faces
slamming doors and casing the foyer
going up and down on the shitty elevator
all like it’s part of the plot of a bad orwellian movie
while outside my window the dude-bros are laughing
and taking selfies with the whirling lights of cop vans
they are white (mostly) and well dressed
and never really had anything to worry about
they spit beer onto the pavement
as ambulances and firetrucks and cabs joust for parking spaces
and all i can really do is shut the door
sit on the couch hungover and confused as fuck
look at the clock flashing 6:10 a.m. in red devil lights
remember that today hasn’t even begun
that it’s a work day
and it’ll be at least twelve more hours
before i can even think
about sitting back down
and having myself a goddamned beer.
Also note that editor John D. Robinson of Holy & intoxicated Publications has yet another chapbook out through PaperAndInkZine entitled “Too Many Drinks Ago”: https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/634587274/too-many-drinks-ago-by-john-d-robinson?ref=shop_home_active_1 Not only do you get 25 pages of riveting poetry but also a bonus beermat featuring one of Robinson’s poems together with a hand-made collage and all for only 5 quid.
Also note that editor John D. Robinson of Holy & intoxicated Publications has yet another chapbook out through PaperAndInkZine entitled “Too Many Drinks Ago”: https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/634587274/too-many-drinks-ago-by-john-d-robinson?ref=shop_home_active_1 Not only do you get 25 pages of riveting poetry but also a bonus beermat featuring one of Robinson’s poems together with a hand-made collage and all for only 5 quid.
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