I originally published this under my real name via CreateSpace (Amazon's self-publishing firm) and as a result it is available at an outrageous price from a seller based in Australia by way of eBay because of course that is a real thing which happens in the world. However, you can just read the thing in its final form here or download a PDF here or listen to the dang audiobook below if you're really lazy/stupid. I don't really give a hoot. The poem "Friday" was originally published via an online lit mag called New Wave Vomit but I don't think that site exists anymore (see screengrab here). Check out what, imo, is the best poem ("Blank Thoughts, Bad Feelings") right here below on this very page. But first a message from my good friend, Tom Brady:
Blank Thoughts, Bad Feelings
Blank thoughts, bad feelings,
high hopes with low ceilings:
the cash cow is so irrational.
The rash’s glow is agash again.
The sorry signal is a’ puddling
in muddy transit, wimpy lights in
vast colors shooting through the
dark. The dancers cut lines on
the wrists of a lark. On tables
trouble bubbles in a pot. A
parakeet we used to trust has
been shot. Now the only voice
we can hear is our own; it isn’t
vague or hoarse, or lacking in tone.
But it’s sad and it bursts through
the roof. It’s sonic drone is alone
and aloof. With blank thoughts,
bad feelings, we say: “Come again,
mistakes, to take us away.” And
we wait. Because it’s all we can do.
We used to feel something and
it felt, sometimes, so true.
[AIFF SOUND FILE OF AUDIOBOOK AVAILABLE FOR DOWNLOAD HERE]
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UPDATE: this was officially re-released as BOOK #32 of the WEEKLYBOOKS.NET series.
