It’s rainy today and I haven’t been reading enough poetry.
Captain Lawrence: Liquid Gold. It was okay; I’m not the biggest fan of Belgian Ale but it was in the fridge (Sorry G).
On the OTHER hand, Alien vs. Predator by Michael Robbins: PERFECT. I’ve been kind of obsessed with this dude and his cult punk/weirdo poet mix fer quite a while now.
From “Second Helping”:
… Still, we jar marmalade. We plow.
We don’t need Neil Young around anyhow.
Your tribe’s Doritos are infested with a stegosaur.
That Forever 21 used to be a Virgin megastore.