I come home from
work tired and thirsty. I can almost feel that ice cold Blanche de
Chambly slowly going down my throat. Well well well what do we have here? A
parcel from da man himself, Mark Ritchie. HY! Is my favorite 8.5 by 11,
cut & paste, black & white, monthly 5 pager. Let`s begin with `pious
yet shapely `poetry department. Standout poems this time around
are:
Just a
face
To most of
them,
I`m just a
face,
A bit-part
actor
In the drama of
their lives,
I won`t be
mourned,
My absence will
not even
Be
noticed.
And that`s just
fine
With
me.
And
Miserable
The barmaid said
that,
Out of us
both,
I was the least
miserable looking,
Which is
something, I suppose.
And
Waking
up
Maybe you`ll wake
up
Hungover,
Maybe you`ll wake
up
Bitter,
Maybe you`ll wake
up
Lost,
Maybe you`ll wake
up
To the sound of
hammers,
Maybe you`ll wake
up
With no
hope,
Maybe you`ll wake
up
Crying,
Or maybe you won`t
wake up
At
all.
And
finally
Eager
slaves
I wrote this
poem
On my new
phone,
Which is
infected
With filth
already.
Conscience may
make
Cowards of us
all
But internet
porn
Makes many of
us
Eager
slaves.
Beautiful isn`t
it. We have our usual monthly serials, like `13.82 billion years of
hell` (Gary Simmons nearly biographical ramblings / musings), `on Stan`s
hole, shit jobs and Egyptian football` (Mark Ritchie & Gary
Simmons texting nightmares / insanities), and `Doctor Thornaby` (your
idea is as good as mine here).
There`s a plethora
of music and book reviews. We end all this with Mark Ritchie`s
`weak winter sun`. A shorty yet sweetie which made me thirsty on a
Wednesday night. Contact:
Mark
Ritchie
94 Main
Street
Forth
Lanark
ML11
8AB
UK
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