the ’74 blues

Old Resentment Roe

Venn diagrammer,
Pusher of flea-bitten particulars,
Play me the warped Uzbek blues.

Trip pacifier,
Draw me a Cossack
Hat I can burn embers in
Out on the steppe.

Bring me the blues
On a white table cloth,
Pass me a caviar spoonful
Of that old resentment roe.

Hammer and plumb,
Sing the ‘74 blues,
Bring a Peckinpah frame
And bring me, please,
Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia.

That movie don’t play
Until ten after four.

“It is said that some artists abuse their need for coffee, alcohol, or opium. I do not really believe that, and if it sometimes amuses them to create under the influence of substances other than their own intoxicating thoughts, I doubt they kept up such lubrications or showed them off. The work of the imagination is exciting enough…”

— George Sand / Story of My Life: The Autobiography of George Sand

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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