YOU ARE SOUNDING NOTES OF WARNING LIKE A FRUSTRATED PROPHET
we pounded the pavement banged around every job site we could find, discovered no one wanted to hire old folks with canes as bike messengers, even though we could park in the disabled spots.
thus disheartened, we stopped off at the khyber for shots, checked the upstairs room for rogue poetry readings, came up empty. so we sat at the bar, shot, wrote, hours later went back upstairs and staged our own. the rotary club were somewhat unimpressed but were at least polite about it. Note: the title is a line from the film Older than the Earth (Andy Chukwu, 2006).
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Collective Unrest, Cough Syrup, and Blood & Bourbon, among others.