A productive day, edited the entire blog with the help of a Reddit pal of mine. Read my poems at an online reading, than started broadcasting myself. The chat exploded with rats, demands for rat poems and ideas for rat exploits. I was thrilled to include the lovely and uncanny critters in the blog once again, as rats have always and will always be a motif in my writing.
Rat Pack Sinatra Sewer Songs (Old Gotham Night Song)
Ratarch VS the Beguiling Ratguin,
boom bap fist slaps down North Side
L, you never hear the end of it.
The rabbits just do yoga and
watch. Oh this old rag?
They still print it on bequest
of illiterates. Meanwhile
on the amber screen the clown
painting on the wall is in cahoots
with the clown ink in my skin,
urging me to smile and never
sink below the atlantic, & never
let lovers into my basement.
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