Dedicated to the Revival and Promotion
of the Oral Tradition in Literature
Michael Grosse
Michael spends far too much time at work reading e-mails from the Vegas poets, but it is a welcome break in the day.
("Look out for these two poets if they come to your town as they are entertaining and informative, or as KRS-One calls it, 'Edu-tainment.'" Andy Hall)
Andy Kauffman is not dead, he's black & he loves America, as jackrabbit blood taints my milkKaraoke convulsions with swingin covers, 395 cachinas and Vegas acid similar psychosis---inbred sweet heart salutations from the finger pickin at face bus lady &
Plaza pool preening, Bud light over tumbler cup ice as I lounge at Larry's Villa chasing Thai cottontail attentionit's the Talk of the Town as the Cheetah dancer lap chasing the $20.00 creates
Area 51 Rachel escape plans into the hallucination nation, extra-terrestrial black tar inspiration//////--suddenly, cruising over cattle crossing against jet sky vapor trail twilight clouds and dust Speaking with storytellers at the ranch-&75.00 for = & = for = an hour & I heard her whole story & I only swallowed the coffee & ran with my wallet intact.
Enigma Border Line Border camaraderie at Barnes & Noble with Cafi Roma beats & jazz & new forms being explored as tourist trap slots & trials
Capture disintegrating interest & S is for Superman
And the inherent loneliness of fighting evil, the evil of a bombscare suburban showering shelter.
S is for the square root of negative one & dust burst storms---S is for Sacramento & home & I miss my central valley monotonyits infighting & posturing
S is for the Satin Saddle and dancers who may take my money---S is for sound @$#$*( so many sounds #$#$ (*(*(*(&@#^# ( # ###$%#$ dsfsdfeewr ewrewr
Cutting at the silence-
Submerging silence with the clang of quarters, dimes, dollars & empty walletsno creditno hope.
S is for surreal& sleazy & according to their alternative weekly a subject beaten into the ground, but what else is there????
S is for the Strip & Starbuck's where I contemplate this story, this chronicle of a mafia seed that germinated into something,
Karen Lumos <karen@cs.unlv.edu>