Hey Shag Your father called To tell me To tell you That your grandmother died I thought That you would cry Instead you said “That bastard!” And in that moment Everything Was made plain
Author Archives: mysterious6030
A Sonnet Called Sonnet
I tried to write a sonnet answering thee, And yet no matter how the lines were set, The verse turned turgid and Italianate, Beneath my black-thumb hammer poetry. A disquisition on astronomy And souls paid four-sevenths of the debt But my rhymes could only counterfeit Bereft, betrayed, extinct sincerity. Neither would my volta vault, nor …
Medication Guide
PDF copy of this document for your records MEDICATION GUIDE HOPE [hohp] (sperolatior) Read this Medication Guide before you start taking HOPE and each time you get a refill. There may be new information. Could be. This information does not take the place of talking to your physician about your condition or your treatment. …
Brief Glance at Religious Devastation
Recently I read yet another statement decrying religion, blaming religion for most of the assorted atrocities and ills of mankind. It did not help that the quote was attributed to Bill Maher, who has the tactful subtlety of pancreatitis, nor that the person promulgating same was someone I respect very much, and whose good opinion …
Dylan & The Dead
This day in Steve History… Was fortunate enough to catch one of six shows where Bob Dylan and The Grateful Dead played together, and a good time was had by almost all… 27 years ago this day, in the A’s Stadium, got a great location to watch these guys do the rock thang. Unfortunately, I …
Sonnet
In exile poetry class with André Breton, Conspiring ice picks behind the teacher’s eyes. Await the lightning strike to ostracize Or demonize while feeling put upon. The categorical imperative drones on And on, releases spans of tentative whys. So though a lover can only sympathize Denatured life seems so sickly and wan. Her thighs like …
Dead at the Greek
Seeing the Grateful Dead at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley was always a pleasure, and this show from 27 years ago was no exception. I have the tape and still find the music muy agradable
More and Faster
Ah, The Edge — call it The Keystone or whatever — you are terribly missed. A wonderfully loud show
Guinea Pigs
Re: That Poem
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