Sunday, May 7, 2023

Tentative Maybe Earthquake by Randall rogers

All a twist

knot fist

revolving

mass

gnashing

metallic

studding

tight rivet

piston

hammering

certainty uncertainty

reality unreality

in out up down

juxtaposition

me tittering.

trembling

hold

here gone nowhere.

flashing


heightened calm

dilating

evil

eye.






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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