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A Year of Musing Dangerously by Russell Bittner < back : index : next >   

A Year of Musing Dangerously by Russell Bittner

All photographs are by Russell Bittner

N o v e m b e r

Very little of November
spacergifreally grabs me in December
like my calendar, galumphing for the door.
spacergifAnd yet nothing in my pocket
moves an angry inch to block it
spacergifas I lock ‘n’ load, take aim, and strafe the floor.

Our new venture’s sounding bleaker
spacergifas I shake an eager beaker,
reprimanding one dumb barkeep to pour more—
spacergiftill, while wrastling a bottle,
I rip off its redneck throttle,
spacergifand we shoot the shit as Buba sells the store.

spacergif* * * * * * * * * *

How deliciously seditious
spacergifwas our tedious little Prius
until nipping ‘round the town lost all its lore.
spacergifThen I found a hearse to hump it
with a samovar and strumpet
spacergifwho lit up my night like one bright Лада-whore.

So, let’s sink this silly circus,
spacergifwrite a book and pray that Kirkus
doesn’t lead the sheep in bleating Such a bore!—
spacergifsince it’s only daft December
whose last draft of “Kill the Sender”
spacergifis how Kirkus geeks would render “Je t’adore.”



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