Randall Rogers is a Midwestern US writer. His theme is transcendence in the universe(s). He lives in Rapid City, South Dakota, on the edge of the Black Hills, with his wife and two armadillos. “Dead Beats” with Chris Butler is his latest poetry collection.
How Much Of History Is True?
Twixt life and death birth and evaporation lies inexplicable glee and honest hopeless despair; steady the craft! too much is just enough to determine holistically a bigger picture of despair redeeming death’s decline in euphonious cacophony of euphoric joy. Thy tractor beam of salvation.
Octopus Beak Butthole
Time starts out slow ramps up to draw out or close at a furious whimpering pace dragging one and all along indefinitely (for the ride). Its goal is to wear you out or prop you up to weave fantasies of comfort that forestall the thought of total destruction and its consequence. So gorge on drugs.
I’m a cowboy dirt farmer I’m hardscrabble! I can take it and let me tell you I can dish it out I’m talking wisdom! Hardscrabble prairie practical wisdom! How to survive! How to handle extremes of heat, cold, blizzard, tornado, and fellow prairie immigrant folk waiting for checks, in fear of Indian (Native American) attack No, the prairie, that cottonwood hallowed place, is no place for non-sissies.