dave roskos
Posted on February 8th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
better to jot down lines
than sniff them
better to write a bad
aaaaaaaapoem
than no poem at all.
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better to jot down lines
than sniff them
better to write a bad
aaaaaaaapoem
than no poem at all.
Filed under: Dave Roskos
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Life had gotten
too clever for Hondo Molovinski. Cleverness was at the core of all his broken relationships: clever women, yoga instructors and lawyers, women from rich families who slummed with Hondo because he was reasonably good looking, knew the names of obscure punk bands, and could fuck all night with the aid of a [...]
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Old Ladies at the Flea Market
They most come here
every week whether they
need to or not, these old
ladies in wheelchairs, with
walkers, canes, surgical
stockings stretched over
swollen ankles, varicose
veins as they creep down
the aisles, stopping traffic
both to a fro, harder to
get around than The Seven
Rocks of Granite, blue hair
permanently waved & frozen
into place by aromatic sprays,
hoese dresses reeking [...]
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Midnight Poem
Well, I’m home on my 49th birthday, after a movie, champagne, & loving, up late, still drinking champagne & listening to Monk & Coltrane’s new CD that Vivian gave me. It’s a new CD, but it was recorded in 1957, my birth year, and I’m listening to “Monk’s Mood” and it sounds pretty much [...]
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dollar bill wall paper
42 year old collages
cut & paste hippie
meat zen kaleidoscope
texts
suicide shotguns
put to rest
dead beatniks
dead bukowski
dead Dave Church
in a lurch
slumped over the
wheel of his cab
attic apartment
scattered w/ poems
& letters
snow is falling
on Providence
the junkies asleep
in their crips w/o cares
wake-up in a cardboard box
on a heating grate
Dave Roskos, fall 2009
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sunday morning 1/4 to 6
winter in new jersey
pity the poor flea market vendors
out there in the cold-dark
desperate for a dollar
some living in their vehicles
selling junk out of broke down
winnebago’s w/ bad timing belts
pickup trucks full of scrap metal
traffic tickets
for failure to make
repairs
asshole cops
administrators of hardship
a light dusting of snow
belongings under blue tarps
on wet asphalt
hard [...]
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if the shoe fits stick it up your ass
a “real book”
I want my poems
published in a real book,
the poet whined.
a real book
w/a real spine
& a real cover
w/ a real barcode
on the back
so it can be sold
in real book stores
the poet blind
to the barcode
on her forehead
an mfa in creative writing
nothing to show for it
but debt.
Dave Roskos [...]
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Pregnant Sky
a.m. hours 9/23/89
at the cemetery
amid broken bottles
& fractured tombstones.
no one cuts the grass
& the Getty gasoline
sign spins circles
above our heads.
the dead rise up
out of their graves
& a great light
fills every crevice
& there is no darkness anymore.
trees grow everywhere
& the concrete cracks
& turns to beach sand.
a series of miracles
& the labour thrusts
o a pregnant sky
Davis [...]
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Graphic by Loring Hughes taken from Big Hammer No. 2, 1990 | click the image to enlarge…
I STARTED OFF TRYING TO WRITE THE STORY OF MY LIFE BUT IT WAS SO FULL OF SHIT..
I thought I’d wait until tomorrow. Or the next day… Or never. Just to save the bullshitting til the twilight of [...]
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From BIG HAMMER NO. 13, 2009 Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books. This issue is available by clicking here…
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