by William Skink
Tomorrow I’ll be writing up a profile on the SECOND venue to deny me a location to show a little film I’ve been working on. Until then, a poem:
take me to the Roxy fill my stein with Coke or Pepsi, I don't care the whole thing is a joke conveying this in theater is not an easy task with cowards selling popcorn and mics that could be tapped why such a tizzy when we scratch and sniff their TIF? motherfuckers, please it's such an easy lift ugly metal sculpture dogs and dumb reflection parks with daytime zombie fix hounds coughing up their sparks Talbot CIA and merry I am Rhodes from the very get-go shooting off their loads it's all right there, serfs if you care to see beyond the learned helplessness that wafts from their degrees and I don't mean the temperature of their crisis play but paper-thin credentials they spell-cast to evade a coming realignment away from their control when we show up to dismantle their committee of the whole