Monday, April 18, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week

I don’t know
why I'm in—
but I'm in it.
It keeps me
in butts and
I see the
country and
I don't have
to slave
over a desk.
I get places.
It's not a
pretty game,
and no guy
every wrote a
poem about it.
But it’s the
only hole
I fit in.
Frederick Nebel
“Rough Justice”

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