Larry Goodell

10 Little Poems in Total Appreciation

          and Poor Imitation of Anselm Hollo

does anybody care?

nonsense.

hypertension.

fatboy.

everything exploded in diamonds

and then settled down

to plain dirt

all your contemporaries

are dropping like flies

said one of my contemporaries

before he died

his last words were

(I’ve been told)

“and now a word from your sponsor.”

    some people are so brilliant

in a few words

they deserve not to be tongue tied

if you don’t know who

Anselm Hollo is

God save the Queen!

Torpedos! Full speed ahead.

America survives

on ignorance

packing guns

for a dim tomorrow

Albert Gore

is hopeful for a future

we’re just about all

fucking up

Men who insist on

being men

have forgotten

they came out of a womb.

There’s something about humor

that nobody understands

but it’s probably the basis

of your last laugh.

how can you not be drunk

when you’re sober?

as you’re thinking about

when you used to drink

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